Mighty Mountain
Mighty mountain, towering high, leaning against the clear blue sky.
Wisps of cloud float around your tall, proud peak.
Covering your rocky ridges, pure white snow, gently frigid.
And at your base, to take rock's place, gathers a deep, dark sparkling lake.
Flecks of light dapple the surface, giving it a rightful purpose.
Wisps of cloud float around your tall, proud peak.
Covering your rocky ridges, pure white snow, gently frigid.
And at your base, to take rock's place, gathers a deep, dark sparkling lake.
Flecks of light dapple the surface, giving it a rightful purpose.
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