• Mountains shine, sparkling bright
    In the pale yellow of a bright spring morning
    Mighty and great, they sit with pride
    A pleasure to the eye
    Atop the land, like a crown,
    Tumbling with unknown gems.
    Clouds fly over effortlessly
    Barely skimming the top.
    The day goes on, the sky turning
    until the sun sets
    behind the largest crown, to ever be worn at all