Enormous and round the great mountain rises
Gray-green with pine and oak and granite.
Static? Hardly. Just slow.
No human can grasp its growth.
Too quiet to catch the eye
And so big it becomes background.
The towering tortoise shell hides its hot heart within.
It has suffered thousands of fiery summers and the weathering ages of winds and waters that scar its sides.
It swells upward still, and it will survive man and all surface life.
Its hot rock blood will flow for eons,
Far below, beyond our reach.

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