The hills sunk their feet into the earth
Joining hands as they turned their faces to the sky
Their secrets lay in their valleys
Their tears, rivers that never ran dry

They carved their names on the barks of trees
In the billowing wind, their stories they told
They caved to reveal their hearts
Pure silver and gold

Branch and beast, they lived in harmony
The hills their mother and home
Open arms at the bottom
At the top, a fortress, a dome

The hills sunk their feet into the earth
Long before he came
Now they’re razed, barren and broken
And he is the one to blame

-Chiseche

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