The mountains rise to protect me, To hold me fast. They surround me like a fortress, Their valleys and canyon floors cradle me. Their bright colors comfort
me, and Their wildlife sings to me. I belong here. My soul comes from these mountains; And someday, when death claims me, I will become a part of their
glory--- Howling with the wolves, Singing with the birds, Smiling with the wildflowers. I belong here.
