As I was approaching
The highland, where the
Road to the Mountain
Starts; I saw the snow capped
Top first. The Mountain stood
There facing the blows of
The wind carving scars on
His face, and he seemed
patiently bearing the
Heavy burden of the
Falling snow over his
Head. I saw the erusion
That this burden made
On every crevice of
The rocks.
Yet, our Mountain stood
Tall and strong. Perhaps
For the deeply rooted
Faith, that the wind
Will evantually soften,
And the snow will
Melt by time.
©gainperspectiveblog12/1/2021
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