User blog:SeaCrane 1/Poetry anyone?

Mountains

Timeless and unchanging, majestic and proud, They appear indifferent, shrouded in cloud. Impassable and looming, fencing and controlling, Yet also magnificent, healing and consoling. They can make a person feel as in they were the only In the world, so close, yet so far away and lonely. Or they can make a person feel more at home than they’ve felt in their lives, Like an ancient spell that renews and revives. A mountain is a mystery, both to those who cannot understand How it responds and changes and those who can. For, just like ourselves, a mountain is alive, Filled with animals and trees that grow and thrive. Like ourselves, it is unpredictable and wild, Like the entire world is to a newborn child. And like ourselves, they eventually change, They meet their end as they continue to age. For us, those who are more temporary, They appear to remain for eternity. But for one who could live forever, The mountains would disappear, crumble and weather. As I stare up at the snowy peaks, all this crosses my mind, As does the question of what I will find If I climb today. Will I merely wander aimlessly and eventually return, Or perhaps will I be able to reach the peak and cease to yearn To find my way?