Petrified Tree

Up near the peak of Rockies, Me and my limbs live in frigid cold, The mountain seems to be frozen in time, Being a petrified tree, I am frozen in stone. As I ascended to the heavens, I had to leave my earthly leaves behind, I could have been a towering blue spruce in the valley, Up here I am a diminutive figure amongst towering peaks. The seasons change without changing my mood, The fall does not mean anything for my bare limbs, The winter snow and avalanche do not shiver my rocky bones, The spring bloom brightens the valley but leaves me for dead stone. When I have achieved such a high perfection, The clouds and lighting can hardly scathe my tranquil position, My soul has achieved its golden ambition, I love being petrified as nothing can change my imagination.