Sitting on a height,
where even the clouds end.
I looked at you from down below,
you never seemed like a friend.
In the hot Summers you
blew smoothing chilly breeze,
& the boiling weather went in ease.
Somewhere you also felt the heat,
there's no tree line on you &
your spurs seems like a blank sheet.
I climbed you, & witnessed a
shimmering and starry night so close.
You still stood tall with pride
never...