The Mountain
It's windy up here
It's cold, some would say unforgiving
Harsh and distant
But they don't know
what she's been living
She's a home to many
A shelter away from this world
A place to go when they need freeing
She's been crushed by forces
But she just gets taller
Higher than the world can reach
The winds they blow, the rivers they flow
Carving though her
People they come
Tread upon her and plunder.
Yet she provides for them In abdundance
Stand strong as a mountain they say
Undeterred, unchanging
But so much has changed
So much has changed
And there's no undoing.
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