She was there,
as the fire burned.
I remember the fear I had,
the fear the world would turn to ash.
She halted my fear
with her tranquil words.
She was there as the wind blew.
The mountains, the lakes,
the life glowed in her blue eyes.
I remember the charred, tired
trees with the purple flowers
between them
It seemed so peculiar at the time;
the beauty with the death.
The innocence of the flowers
with the dimness of the trees.
She was there as I 
skipped rocks on the lake.
The lake was nestled between two
magnificent mountains.
The mountains had never been apart,
just like her and I. 
I believe she is still with me now.
Although I cannot see her, I can feel her
strength with me,
the strength of a mountain,
guiding me through life.