Who cares,
how high is the Mt. Hood,
The surrounding alpine trees grow taller each year,
Not to scale it, but to keep the mount in sight.
Who cares,
whether the Mt. Hood is visible or not,
The snow may diffuse it in the clouds, the rain may make it disappear,
but the mount is always standing tall, silently and graciously.
Who cares,
How beautiful may be Mt. Fuji and Mt. Rainier,
The beauty of roses only last for a short time,
The beauty of Mt. Hood has stood its times.
Who cares,
whether the Mt. Hood was active volcano at one time or not,
Now it is silent, It is still,
Now it is cool and bonds with heart and mind.
Who cares,
where the Mt. Hood came from,
Seeing it there,
It has been ageless for years.
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