Mountain of mystery,

Rising high above the clouds.

Mountain of magic,

Standing tall and proud,

Your magical veins

Flowing silver and gold,

Your cumulus cloud glows misty red,

As Apollo sets beyond your head.

Releasing the pressure built over the years

The mountain is crying hot lava tears

Molten rock created under vibrations of

Sub-terranean thunder

Ejecting boulders like pieces of sand

The mountain is

Giving birth to the land.

Under your feet you feel a rumble

As thousands of rocks are starting to tumble

Above the trees where the buzzard flies

Swirling vapors begin to rise

Beneath those misty peaks you hide

A tremendous force boiling deep inside.