The mountain asked the blue-black bear
If there were better places where
The berries grew and fairies brewed
Their mushrooms in a twiggy stew.

The mountain asked the black-blue bird
If air blew sweet as it had heard
Between the peaks of highest spires
That reached and sang with heaven’s choirs.

The mountain asked the rainbow trout
If waters burst from richer spouts
Among the crystal crowning alps
That held star dew within their caps.

The mountain asked and it was asked –
If all of us keep coming back
What matters best at this or that?
What mountain crest has ever sat
Upon a height to ever match
The love with which we all were hatched?
Our home is home, that will not change,
No matter what the mountain range.