Viraj Bhanshaly

Who Am I...? Mountain...

I tower up high,
My body cold and bleak,
For who am I?
I marvel at my peak.

Snow covers all,
With grassland below,
I echo a call,
Into shallow.

My ice glitters light,
Forming a rainbow,
Its colors so bright,
That they seem to glow.

My roots keep me strong,
So I do not fall,
I will stay long,
And not even crawl.

My rocks are rough,
And slopes cover me,
My snow is tough,
And my ice is free.

The grasslands that live,
Strive very tough,
For they will give,
Me lots of fluff.

These are my properties,
That I seem to own,
But don't feel weary,
Because I'm not alone...

Poem Submitted: Sunday, November 26, 2006
Poem Edited: Saturday, November 27, 2010

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