Mountains have a strange allure –

drawing me in, yet alarming me with

hidden vastness. People disappear

and are sometimes never found.

Rushing water flows – unceasingly –

always moving in haste.

Perpetual mist rises – softly frosting valleys,

both broad and narrow, with icy white.

Gentle ridges and steep peaks flow seamlessly –

one from the other in wavelike undulations.

Always beguiling and mysterious, but full of peril for

those not savvy to her greatness.