There they stand high, the mighty mountains,
None can sway them.
The Sun, The Wind, The Cold,
They look down upon us tiny Earthlings,
And patronize us.
“We will give you the solitude you are looking for,
But you must give us every ounce of your energy climbing up.”
Then comes the mightier Rain.
Which falls on the high and low equally.
They tend to break the Mountain’s spirit.
For, when the rain roars, there is a downpour.
and the downfall of the rocks, soil, and trees.
Smashing the Mountain’s ego to smithereens
