Tall and proud, the mountain stands,
A silent sentinel on the land.
With rocky crags and snowy cap,
It's beauty captured in each snap.
The clouds surround its peak with wisps,
As if to keep its secrets gripped.
A hike to the top is a test,
But the view from above is the best.
The valley lies beneath its feet,
A tapestry of greens and wheat.
The mountain's shadow cast upon,
A reminder of its power and on.
Through storms and winds it stands its ground,
A constant force, never bound.
The mountain, a symbol of might,
A natural wonder, a breathtaking sight
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