by joetwo

The mountain stands tall before me on the ground

Yet from the summit of its neighbour, its grandeur seems diminished

From the South, its flanks are alive with greenery

From North, a barren wilderness of scree and bare rock

In winter it is blinding white with virgin snow

Summer fades with the grey-beige of granite

Over the ages it is at time lifted by the tectonic heave of the earth

Or ravaged by the forces of erosion

The mountain can be seen from an infinity of eyes, each with their own view

All correct

But each failing to grasp the mountains multi-dimensional reality.