Waiting To Be Found

They surrounded me, standing tall, taller than the sky, it seemed, well I, I was 
                                                                                                                     Down
                                                                                                                     Below
They haven't seen me yet. I am here, just waiting, waiting to be found.
My paths were unelxplored, but I had seen so much: 
the animals, who pass through, and the trees, that grew UP. But I haven't grown yet,
just me, a small mountain, in my little corner of the world. 
Just waiting
                 waiting
                           waiting 
to be found.
 

wildcat

VT

16 years old

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