From a distance I see only majesty
In your demeanor,
Standing tall and proud,
Unflinching, watching over your domain.
You sport a soft nightcap of white
As if the night was stilled forever,
Sleeping giant hushed in stillness,
Nothing to explain.
Offering a simple challenge to
The village folk below:
“Who will dare ascend my walls to
View what only I can see?”
Few will try and few succeed and
Fewer still will ever know
The meaning of fulfillment
Of your bold hyperbole.
Eons in the making
Climbing boldly through the clouds,
The mountain rest in stately pride
And looks down on the crowds.
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