Achala Shasta

She sings to me like no song I've heard before.
I can't help but dance.

This mountain is my home.
I vow to honor and protect her nature.

I lay my head on her ground
asking for her truth to be spoken freely.

To her I am bound by sworn loyalty.
I am but a humble seneschal.

Borrowed power of unmoving,
unwavering presence is what I seek.

My hand is hers.
Her sovereign touch flows through this earthly embodiment.

In her spirit, I am sacred.