Sacred Fire, Silent Mountain

Mountains rise when I stand tall

Rivers flow when I let go

Earth in my veins, I feel it all

Mother nature never let me fall

I was buried in the dirt, thought the dark was my fate

Didn’t know every seed gotta suffocate to elevate

Pressure made diamonds, rain made the grain rise

Storms hit my roots but they strengthened my spine

Winters felt endless, branches looked bare

But the cold taught patience, life still there

Sap in my veins when the sun came back

Every loss I took turned to chlorophyll stacks

I bent with the wind, never snapped in the breeze

Learned resilience from the whispering trees

Scars in my bark tell stories of drought

Now I bloom so loud I don’t scream or shout

Used to fear the fall when the leaves let go

Now I shed what’s dead so the real can grow

Deep in the soil where the quiet things start

Roots in the earth, but the sky in my heart.

Mountains rise when I stand tall

Rivers flow when I let go

Earth in my veins, I feel it all

Mother nature never let me fall

I was planted in silence…

No applause in the dirt

Just pressure and patience

And the weight of the hurt

Roots learned the language

Of the dark underneath

Where the quiet builds power

And the soul starts to breathe

Winter sat heavy on my shoulders like doubt

Branches looked lifeless from the outside looking out

But beneath all the frost, there was movement unseen

Every crack in the surface made the spirit go deep

I don’t rush the sunrise

I don’t beg for the rain

Every season that shaped me

Was rewriting my name

Now I rise without noise

No need to prove

Growth don’t scream —

It just slowly moves

Leaves fall gently

What’s gone makes room

I bloom in my timing…

A slow, sacred bloom

Mountains rise when I stand tall

Rivers flow when I let go

Earth in my veins, I feel it all

Mother nature never let me fall

Earth held my body when I fell apart

Cool soil on my skin, steadying my heart

Buried old versions of who I’d been

Let the ground take the weight of my sins

Water came softly, washing the dust

Rivers ran through me, dissolving mistrust

Every tear I cried turned into a stream

Carrying fragments of forgotten dreams

Fire spoke next with a whispering flame

Burned off the fear, burned off the shame

Ash to the wind, smoke to the sky

What wasn’t eternal had to die

Mountains stood silent, ancient and wise

Stone-faced teachers beneath open skies

They said, “Rise slow… strength takes time

Pressure makes peaks that are meant to climb.”

Now I breathe deeper, reborn, remade

Four sacred elements in my veins

From ember to ocean, from valley to birth

I am the child of fire and earth.

Earth kept my bones when I broke down low

Water rewrote every wound I know

Fire made light from what had to end

Mountains whispered, “Rise again.”

Now I stand quiet… remade, reborn

Ash to the soil… a new self formed

Inhale the sky… exhale the past