Echoes of the Mountains and the Wisdom of ages

Well, I'm a big fan of mountains, not because they are rocky and huge, but because they are ancient. Sometimes, I could feel the energy it radaits, filled with eternal wisdom. I must be wierd!. This is what she said to me once...

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I was here moons ago, I was here before you were conceived. I was here, even before the first rains. I know the winds and the dew alike. When the jungles were barren I stood tall and when the Sea was only a stream I stood strong.

I know who made the first trails of the jungle, also the strange foot mark. I saw man in his infancy, devoid of every wisdom. As he survives with a child's tricks. The snow had been my cover, as I was his cover.

Before the first tree bore its fruits, I stood still. Whether they existed any besides us or whether they existed none, I know and I say, but you hear not.

Generations after generations, if it be true, then I know. Feeble lives upon feeble lives, we are weary to see. For once, we kept men as pets, in our caves we hear their echoes. Brilliantly they kept us warm and we kept them safe. Only, after few days the jungle knew the tears of the mountains for men are short lived.

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Is it really true? I know if it be true, but you speak not the language of the mountains, neither understands you the pattern of stones. How then shall I take away your doubts. Before the first cottage you sighted in the woods were made I was here, adorned with roses I stood.

When the night comes, you slumber, but I watch. When youre old, you forget but I remember. Every lover in their

Lightening and thunders, wind and storms, the echoes of them all I know. I have heard the wind say to the storm, you my lover are not affectionate. And then I knew why thunder goes with the lightening.

When you began your wars for boundaries, I speak my wisdom but none heard. Why do men fight and the lonly cries? If you knew my love, you would not fight or if you saw my lonliness even as huge as it is, you would not cry.

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Now you see, for there is no reason why I should be less wiser or that I should lack the wisdom which men lack. For I see and here all. Seat with me, it said to me, while I whisper wisdom to you, only a short while and shall know no more, for man is short lived.

It marvels the mountains then, for I haven't been to her before, but I know its songs from the innermost part of my chambers and in my sleep.