With mountains at their very length,
They stand but wither,
Through all of time and dark of space.
Their top forever winter.
The base a valley, greener still,
Than leaves in summer,
Natures will.
As earth it spins in mighty form,
The life that lives, it lasts.
Although sometimes a fiery storm,
Is all eternally past.
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