A Mountain

Enormous and round rose the great mountain
Gray-green with pine and oak and granite.
Towering, a huge tortoise shell hides its hot heart within.
Static? Hardly. Just slow.
No human can grasp its growth;
Too slow to catch the eye and
So great it becomes background;
Yet it has survived fiery summers and has weathered ages of wind and waters that scar its surface.
It grows and moves, and it will survive man and all surface life.
It’s hot rock blood will flow for eons, far below, beyond our reach.