[Poem] The Mountain's Majesty

The mountain stands, a titan old,
Whispers of time, its story told.
Clouds brush its peak, a wispy crown,
Gazing down on valleys brown.

Forests cling, a verdant cloak,
Where hidden creatures softly spoke.
Streams carve their paths, a silver thread,
From glacial tears silently shed.

The summit beckons, a distant call,
A test of spirit, to rise above all.
The view unfolds, a breathtaking scene,
A world laid bare, serene and green.

The mountain stands, a symbol grand,
Of strength and power, forever planned.
A silent teacher, wise and old,
Inspiring dreams, yet to unfold.