This Mountain is Yours

It's been a long time since I posted any poetry here...probably about a year, but this one just came to me. What do you think?

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This Mountain is Yours

This land is our land.
From the earth between my toes,
to the sea between your knees.

Seasons may come and go.
The leaves change color,
and our crops we will sew.***

But always,
standing tall above the trees,
a rocky peak stands firm --
this mountain is yours.

And ever,
beyond the golden fields,
and bedsheets,
in the shaded valley,
where the sun doesn't shine --
that valley is mine.

I let your waves lap
at the unyielding stone,
and my marble cliffs
nibble at your fertile breasts.

I'll take care of what is yours,
and you'll take care of what
is mine.

but don't forget:
you're up here,
and I'm up here.

On our temples
in the clouds,
my finger rests.

I think you know the answer to that!

I did mean sow, thanks for correcting me.

I am talking about people the whole way through, I just thought that it would be interesting to try to describe people by using land-forms.

What parts don't you understand?

Thank you for clarifying that. Thats why I was not sure which one you meant. I think it's a good idea. But, I think you should have intertwined them together. The way you did it, the land comes first then the people. Do I make any sense to you?