Climbing Mountains

Climbing Mountains Sitting atop on the mountain; I'm leaning against a crevice of a rock I'm viewing the stars and the clouds They have not waged mere wages of war All the natural brooks are streaming into formation. As the mountains are spewing many endless stones Of fiery glimpses into the mountainous river For unto this mesmerizing and panoramic view There are plentiful darkened crevices along each side. There may be no shelter to hide you when the Rain begins to flow; swaying all leaf's to which it may hide, Under an opportunists belief so many fearless mountaineers Are making a strenuous leap into the highest mountain peak. As the final ending is in full view of our mountainous climbing Fears are not for his natural habitat for we dearly love an evening score. Written: 3/22/14