Inspiration:
Isaiah 54:10 For the mountains shall depart, and the hills be removed; but my kindness shall not depart from thee, neither shall the covenant of my peace be removed, saith the Lord that hath mercy on thee.
Medium:
Pigmented ink pen and colored pencils.
Mountains
If you could fast-forward time,
would mountains’ lives go as fast as mine?
Would they rise and fall, ebb and flow?
Would they breathe sands of time and drifting snow?
Oh the stellar shows they must have seen,
far beyond the city’s gleam,
when Scorpius bats, and Orion pitches,
nighttime battles, wounds and stitches.
So, what do they do when their nose itches?