Green meadows bright with yellow beams
reflections streaking towards the heavens
Bulging and pushing through the hands of time
every breath of stone bringing beauty to all.
Bounding like a child for the heights it must reach
almost vanquished from sight while still being in reach
Listening to all the love and problems being told
Like the melting of the snow direction will unfold.
Death becomes them not for life will spring anew
granting courage to others for the things they must do
For the mountain is a symbol of lasting peace
with the obstacles of nature only appearing as life's crease.