O Great Mountain, steadfastly composed; how refined is your presence
You play among the clouds yet your feet are planted firmly
Under moonlight your peaks shadow deep, mysterious visions
The condor knows your heights; it too graceful, majestic and proud
Aloft on cold, crisp breezes, a feather gently rides the currents
A snow leopard prowls invisible; blue sheep bleat through the blizzard
Join us at dVerse Poets as Lynn prompts us on mountains for Poetics.