Death of Mountain

O Ye Mountains standing tall
Head held high while eons pass
You feel not humanity's pain
Your innards so hard and harsh.

I see the winds bang their heads
'Gainst your rocky breast:
I see the snows sweep in gales
Chilling your face in vain:

Unmoved, un-moving you stand,
Nor warmth, nor rage cross
Your far stretched lands
Challenge to Time's flux.

None your own, none to call thine
Like man-created monoliths
That guard heritage to sustain
All progress made thru' ages

So hard to move, harderto bow;
Proud, erect withstanding blows till
Onslaughts unbound bring you
Crashing to the ground.