We wept as we passed through the mountains clothed in 
July clouds, 
under the restraint of power lines, their fury bursting 
through the summer haze as ethereal music filled the air.
Nearly conquered by the mountain, I have found such deep 
respect for what you destroy.
Older than time and cut down by a lesser foe, like 
thieves in the night mined for coal.
Timeless stone buried beneath, unearthing the secret 
poisons into its bellyÂ…
You hack at the mountain and scrape away for your simple 
need what was formed by silent gods on the day the void 
first burst with sound.
Pulsing with life, you don't see its shimmering green.
You see the deeps hue of coal, grey smoke and black 
waters in the streamÂ…
Poison the earth, poison the stream, killing the weary 
giants as they sleep, blackened waters, sand and soot-
grinding gears halt serenity.