Monolith

There are things we speak of, while we stroll along the ridge, in summer sun The mundane things, a chore, a task ignoring what is stone and ash or how it came to be,... to grasp this place, we've named "Serenity" The magnitude that lived within had once emerged, a debutante It pushed its way up through the core with first, a thrust, a trembling to break the crust with shooting stars to forge the rock where we now stand The frozen years are buried here And frost still sleeps in hallowed graves of valleys deep, and jagged peaks Blue ribbons, sprout from melting snow and purple shadows shelter growth of trees and shrub , while sundown throws a flame to warm the granite's dome to shine a light on history Will we ponder, eyes in awe while strolling, deep into the past of wilderness and ancient lore into the vast of questions asked and of everything that slept before? __________________________________________________ Contest: Mountains: Judged 7/18/16 Written: 7/15/16 Resubmitted For Contest: I Got Zero, Nothing, Nada- 2 Sponsored by Broken Wings