Standing against a backdrop
Of monolithic mountains so dark,
I hold my breath afraid to whisper
I can’t see how I can leave a mark,
In the same way as these giant mountains
Who’ve witnessed more than I could ever know,
And I feel so small beneath it’s shadow,
It’s just so hard to even comprehend
And I am in awe of its structure and status,
Knowing it will remain when all else ends.
fauxcroft 
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