Himalaya

In tertiary times, when two continents adrift Titanically collided to tectonically uplift The gasping ocean floor Resurrected up once more Left the water for the land; Five miles high it made its stand. And to these youthful mountains (that is as mountains go) The monsoon clouds paid homage as they gathered far below They strongly spouted fury and made the foothills wet But the scornful Himalayas dried the plateau of Tibet And then the disbelievers from the atheistic West Where time is not a circle and there is no Ever-rest Defiled up the silent crags At the peak they planted flags You, Himalaya, tried to hide those flags with snow But... We know.