The Mountains

The mountains roll, the mountains ride, they cut a swath across the sky; the mountains rise, the mountains drop, if dirt gets going, it don’t stop; the mountains loom, the mountains bock, amongst their valleys, you are locked; the mountains breathe, the mountains blow, funnel storms to the lands below; the mountains gleam, the mountains stun, and glow within the morning sun; the mountains crack, the mountains church, when beneath them earth’s fires burn; the mountains chill, the mountains freeze, critters come down to seek relief; the mountains stand, the mountains stay... for this man’s lifetime, anyway.