Mountains are made

‘What can change this world?’

The voice asked the night wind

Besides

The turning of the tides

The nearness of the sun

The pull of the planet’s core

What can turn

Mountains into sand?

‘I cannot change anything.’

The voice whispered

And for the first time

The night wind whispered back

‘You speak as if your voice is not also the wind

That carves rocks into canyons

As if your bones are not also the earth

That covers the bed of the deepest ocean

You may be one voice, one grain of sand

but you are one of many

And when the many

Come together and rise

That is how

Mountains are made.’