Mountains are reserved not quiet:
To many things, they are witnesses–
What can we say?
How dare the clouds,
Those stalkers complain.
Hills are timid buddies of valleys:
Both inferior, unable to touch the sky:
Convinced height is pure glory–
Tell that to the fire ants
Rivers, rivers, rivers,
Unfazed, unwavering, unstoppable
Seas must be women:
Unpredictable, unfathomable, uncertain
Shores must have a great thing
Just so one knows, these are honoraries of space.