On looking at mountains

Behold the grandure of the mountain,

The quiet beauty of it,

Looking over the valleys,

As a millennial sentry.

See it exhale fog

As it wakes at sunrise,

And at night when it readies rest.

Feel how it weighs down,

And anchors the landscape,

With its umpertubable solidity.

With its weathered face,

It deters the winds,

And disrupts the mightiest of storms.

Oh, silent mountain,

How hard it is to look at you,

And know that my gaze upon you,

Will be as fleeting as the twinkle of a star,

In your existence.

Yet how hard it is to look away,

From your ecstatic static beauty.