Into the Mountains

From distant plains they stand aloof and proud, mighty sentinels that cast their lots against time. Your better sense tells you they will lose; you wonder as you behold them in their prime. From piney hills they rise resplendent in the sun, gleaming spires that hearken to the sky. So unattainable, their fearsome reach, you feel the strength of God is nigh. From quiet valleys 'neath the misty peaks, burbling creeks betray the only sound. All else is caught up in breathless wonder. All else ponders what it's found. And it is where man isn't meant to be, that he unveils his truest destiny. Written for "Mountains" contest, sponsored by Julie Rodeheaver