The Mountains Watch Poem by ashok jadhav

The mountains rise, unshaken by the years,
Their peaks entrenched in clouds and silent wind.
I walk beneath their shadow, brief and small,
My footsteps fleeting on their ancient slopes.
Each rock endures the storms the sky can send,
While I am bent and broken by a breeze.
The rivers carve their valleys slowly, sure,
Yet leave the mountains steadfast, unremoved.
I marvel at their patience and their weight,
And feel the frailty that my body knows.
What passes quickly in the span of life
Is held against a backdrop vast and still.
Perhaps in seeing permanence so near,
I learn the measure of my own brief spark.
Though fragile, fleeting, marked by change and loss,
The human heart persists, aware and warm,
And stands, though small, beneath the ancient stone.