[Poem] The Mountain's Heart

 

Beneath the granite, cold and stark,

A hidden world leaves its mark.

Hot springs bubble, a fiery breath,

Life finds a way, defying death.

 

Wildflowers bloom, in vibrant hues,

Painting the slopes, with morning dew.

Bighorn sheep, on rocky ledge,

Survey their kingdom, without a pledge.

 

The mountain's heart, a beating drum,

Echoes with whispers, as ages come.

A silent guardian, watching below,

Where life unfolds, in constant flow.

 

We stand in awe, at its mighty base,

Feeling the power, a sacred space.

The mountain teaches, with every breath,

Respect for nature, defying death.