The mountain stands tall,
penetrating the sheets of snow that cradle our blue skies.
Those same sheets glue their seed on to the mountain,
covering it in security.
It stands impenetrable and proud,
in fear of nothing and no one.
I wish I could be a mountain.
cold and beautiful
and admired by all.
Written by Gigi of Miami, Florida
Edited by Maggie Dinzler Shaw
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