Crystal-pure water runs from the mountains in springtime, when the untarnished snow melts and fills the wrinkles of a wizened skyline.
Like the tears of a new grandmother, hearing her daughter’s daughter coo for the first time.
The sun wakes, seeing the world through gilded lenses, more beautiful with distance.
And a light warble, an intoxicated twittering filled with morning chill.
That babe’s cry piercing the heart of a mother, and she rushes to her budding world and cradles it in her powerful arms.
I will protect you.
I will never leave you.
