This is the view that watched me grow

that saw me break

that helped me heal

that always stood

when I returned.

This is the view that did not judge

that did not scold

that whispered hope.

This is the view

that fills my veins

that chokes my lungs

and gives me life.

This is the mountain

made of earth

that’s made of me

and Those before.

Yn gadarn graig,

A rock of strength

Of Mam and Dad’s,

Of time stood still.

This is the view

that knows it all

but does not tell

and never will.

This is the view that always is

will always be

when I return

a broken child

in shell of old,

When all have gone

but It

and

Me.