Magnificent hills
Silently standing, sentinels
in the soft, sure-footed sun
Singing a song of strength
A ballad of beauty
A tale of temerity
with their silent impassiveness
in the face of Man
and the changes he hath wrought

Majestic mountains
rock roots of the earth
or something more?
Sitting in silent thought
down through the ages
immersed in a dreaming sleep
What do you dream of?
What thoughts cross your sleeping sentience?
Man, fathoming this, might well fathom
the answers to the very Universe itself
but the knowledge is denied to Man
except, perhaps, those few who might
know the very mountains themselves.
Who might penetrate the sleeping guise
the indomitable will
the rocky core
of these slumbering giants?