If I were a cow
I would roam beneath a mountain
and drink from a cool stream.
If I were an Arrowleaf flower
I would grow on a mountain hillside
and smile proudly at the hikers passing by.
If I were the remains of an old mining cable
I would stare at the mountains
and remember a time
when miners depended on my strength
to transport their coal.
If I were a wooden bridge
I would keep walkers safe as they crossed
and as they stopped in my middle
to admire the the mountain stream view
And if I were a mountain
I would look to the clouds and smile.