Towering above me, grey and hard,
Carved out of the rock by time;
The power and strength within you,
Enticing and tempting adventure.
Crisp and white, sparkling like a diamond,
Your dominant profile beneath a mantle of snow.
Still alluring and yet forbidding,
A silent warning in your aura.
Lost! Hidden from view by the clouds,
Their soft wetness drift to your feet.
They add mystery to your presence,
But the pull, like a magnet, still compelling.