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Bowing deep is not the way

The flowers act, or children play

Among these mountain’s solid sides

Cool and gray, night and day.



Cliffs, tall and steep, snow-capped stubs

Reach, fingers down, to hold steadfast

Against swift dragging by the sky.

Through the eons they will last.



For the mountain knows not how majestic,

Knows not what foundation, they are to all

Those who play, or those who pay

-for the honor to be needed is his call.



Yet his frequent silence is enough

To fill his mind, and his desires

To support outweigh his solemn rest.

The peace he proffers requires to heads bowed,

For when he awakens, he’ll take your best.



Yea, rocks will fall and snows will tumble

Down among your friends, foes, and towns.

Enough spirit to hold up rock that scrapes the sky

And cools warm sunlight for those who pay or play.