Stones shelter your bones,
Stones grind your food,
Stones show the way,
But light sets you free.
Guinea to vladivostok has been crumpled into a day’s walk here.
From muggy gulmohur to misty oaks,
From piercing firs to snow and scree.
As you push the hills below, the mountains rise to smile.
Mountains for breakfast, mountains for lunch,
Mountains for curtains, mountains for warmth.
Tell that to the firestarter and he will laugh it off.
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