To my friends not valley born

The Way of Things

The mountain
still casts its
sounds to the wind.
Set into place untold
generations past,
the mountain sings.

If you stand still
and listen you can
hear the music, the
Enotah sings of joy
and of love, heartache
and loss - if you join
you will be a part
of it all - you will
be a note played.

The mountain and
the valley will claim
you for their own,
doesn't matter
who you are,
visitor, runaway
or a native stayed.

That is the way of it,
The way of things.