Black Stone + Edge

I know of its middle
Of its black stone and edge
Of the crumbling thunder
That is found on each ledge

And I know of its softness
Or where a wild flower
grows
I know all its soft spots
Of its heat and its cold

I roam on its baseline
Where the sharp brambles
breathe
I am one with its shadow
With its trees and soft
leaves

It is sometimes for sunshine
Then sometimes for rain
I know of its secrets, all its
crag and its pain

I climb and I fall 
Then I climb high again
There is no other place, I
can rule or can reign

This mountain is mine
And it's name is my soul
This soft rugged place
That I know well as home