Wrote this in a few minutes while on our horrible bumpy dirt road.“Like paper cutouts ‘gainst the sky mountains standing, proud and tall. There they’ve stood in silent slumber through countless seasons rise and fall. there to look upon a world, changed and changing, born, reborn. The mountains watch over mortal failings never moving, never torn. No emotions, no thoughts, no feelings, sunsets colors fade to black. And still the mountains solemn stance looking forward, ne’er tuning back. What future darkness, coming on what terrors will their cold eyes see? a thousand years will come and and still they’ll stand in majesty. Last colors fade, last dash of light- and then silent mountains
fade into night.”
Well, how is it?