Ode to the MountainStanding here before this marvel,
My heart beats with new energy.
It has been long since I've seen mountains,
Living in the prairies for years upon years.
I remember them in the old country.
Great Spikes of stone upon the earth's shoulders,
Clothed by the gracious green raiment of nature.
I feel the power of this mountain.
I hear it calling me, challenging my will.
Dazing upon its magnificence and majesty,
I feel insignificant and unimportant.
I am nothing to this mountain,
A mere fly upon it's feet.
I cannot move it no matter how much I try.
Nothing can. Not the wind. Not the water.
The river can only bite it's edges.
Trimming them into a masterpiece of mystery.
This mountain is ageless.
Millions have pondered at it's allure.
Thousands of years have shaped it.
It's edges smoothed by the tears of the sky.
It's precious soil stripped by the breath of the earth.
It's beautiful skin scorched by countless ferocious fires.
Yet it stands strong and proud.
Unyielding. Stubborn and tenacious.
I envy you mountain.
You stand before me reaching the heavens.
You are home to countless creatures.
I respect you.
I seek your wisdom and your grace.
I desire your strength and your persistence.
You inspire me to live on.
Farewell mountain.
One day I hope to see you again.
Until then, I bid you survive.
I ask of you to live on and keep fighting.
For nothing can defeat your spirit.