When I was sturdier I'd talk about how certainly we all will die. Eat shadows, bury candles, die. When I was sturdier I thought: "So what? I am forever mountainous!" I bravely said: "No death of any kind could matter to my mountain mind! Come years, come surging, I am tall!" When I was "sturdier" I was secretly scared, And the fear was blinding. As you can see, I am no rock. As you can see, in mountain wind What I actually am is thinning clouds.