The Mountain Poem by Thomas Stearn

Towering slopes, clustering masses,
Deep cut intricate crevasses.
Dark ridges sharp and unforgiving
Lay fear to the adventurous living.
The peak invisible, piercing the heavens,
Oh! A challenge of strength and will.
Mist swirls in blankets of white concealing the way,
Of little that can be seen on this day.
Blackness paints the canvas a swirling dark,
Wind howls knifing its mark
While Uphill paths and bendy tracks shackle feet.
Tumbling rock cartwheels, smashing against the cliff,
Scattering pieces floating adrift.
Oh what fate awaits the brave soul
Who challenges the mountain?
It does not forgive, nor have mercy,
For nature is our master.