Qualities of a mountain that I believe true,

Are many in number, but I write just a few.

They’re broad in stature, an observable fact,

And they linger forever, locked in a pact

To stand in the distance guarding my world,

Against high wind and drought, its fist remains curled.

The mountain before me does not care of the weather,

It enjoys every storm, renouncing the tether

Of duty, its burden, to stay in my view,

In the night and the morning, when fresh is the dew.

It changes in looks with each passing season,

But maintains the same heart- and the same reason-

For standing close by, day after day,

It acts and reacts, in a peculiar way.

Despite my apostasy, my changes, my whims,

It is faithful in nature, steadfast in its hymns. 

Though beaten and battered, by men and footfalls,

The mountain stands firm, to answer my calls.

It’s my mountain I see- my secret- my hill,

This mountain’s a love that I cherish still.

The qualities of a mountain I write into view,

Are perfect and sincere, for they remind me of you.