What do you think of my new poem.?.?

Rock Solid Certain

A trapped dead soul glitters;

sealed carbon memory.

Hard, mute and motionless,

never again

swollen and pulsing with seething sap.

The tree, the leaf, the organic body fused.

I might weep for the mountain,

the rock, the diamond, for the idea of them

but, no, my mind and the mountain sustain each other.

My mind climbs the mountain,

stands on its summit reading the words

inscribed there by wind and rain and time.

"We are one.

I will make of you a diamond.

Look inside

and find enlightenment,

a certainty, a solid solace."