What do you like about Mountains?

As with many things, this overwhelms me to beg for words

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Like a bird making its nest
Everything around me got to rest
At some point in time
Either I knew or I don’t
These pieces made me, “ME”
What was I back then?
One such didn’t exist before the makeup?
I know the answer.
No, I’ll say nothing
For what I say will make you fade away.
I don’t want a dream
Though it’ll be enough for the moment
I want you. The actual you.
You who can’t be called
Come to me.
And, I know when you do
When the nest becomes a mirror
And shatters into pieces.
In the depth of the mountains
And the sound of the sea
With the sky full of stars
And that tropical rain.
Whispers our unison.
Tuning in their voices
A silent scream from the deep recess
Reminds of your presence.