Sean Starr

Artist, Creative Director, and Author

Mountains

I spent my night on this mountain

climbing to the heights

sleeping under limbs

of ancient noble trees

I came up here searching

for the feathers of a little bird

when I saw her I was startled

her beauty possessed power

Spending hours in circles

gently stepping towards her

her stepping back in turn

extending my hand

her wings fluttering

I won her over

and held her in my hand

gentle eyes peering into mine

at first she trembled

I calmed her with my touch

Spending the afternoons together

she sang the songs of her fathers

amazed by her beauty

I refused to see the truth

This sweet and gentle bird

atop this mountain

already had a nest

no need to change her world

No intention to build a cage

no desire to move her nest

I left the mountain today

lonely but not bitter

satisfaction in knowledge

beauty lives in the mountains

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