Mountain

With no wings to fly… and no legs to walk… as an elevated portion of the Earth’s crust, with sloping sides and a peak, stuck to the ground…, I am found. Appear so majestic… But to the core, a rock I am…! Fixed at one place, to be the guest of others, I can’t move an inch further! Whistling winds, rustling leaves, Frothing waterfalls are my bosom friends! I take delight in being a host for calling birds, pattering animals, and the passionate Mountaineers, who experience the bliss of climbing my summit! Who is devoid of a failing? Contentment with what you have…, results in living the life of beatitude! It does require a change in your attitude!!