The Mountain Engulfed
By Forrest Getz
Reflecting atop a mountain peak
My prying eyes search,
Search for life on the mountain,
Search for movement,
But of none found.
The storm of the night past
Lays heavy on the trees,
Blankets the ground,
And makes the mountain
All the more deadly.
The mountain erupts into life,
The earth seeming to give way,
A cloud upon the ground,
Trees caught in its wrath
Snap, strain, give way.
Settled, scarred is the mountain,
I stand, in shock, surveying,
The power released,
As in warning,
Now my footsteps
Are cautious, and
Filled with respect
For the raw strength of the mountain.