When you're standing on a mountain,
you can turn and see the world rolling out like waves of earth.
The sun dunks the wildflowers in light,
and when the wind shoves, they sway only a little.
There are streams that mumble down slopes and under small drooping bridges.
Everything's so big around you.
The ground is endless when there are no walls,
and the sky is vast enough to hold it.
Is it any wonder we like maps?
We can pull out a little piece of paper
and suddenly enormity makes sense.
and we can feel
like we know
where we are