The Mountain

I lie serene in the morning sun

Multi-colored as Joseph's coat,

With as many moods and seams

To some, I am majestic

Deep in thought and tone.

To others, I have shown my colors

Pitting my strength agains their own,

Revealing my weakness

As men too grow faint.

Be wary, oh stranger, of sleeping dangers

Disguised as tranquility.

Though I often give-to compensate I take.

As wintry blasts infuriate

So do the struggles of little men.

Exhausted and prone I lie-

In the promise of spring.

Men believe me-

I lie waiting, majestic

And marvel at their daring.

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