Mountain

Now that I have learned more about poetry, I have come back and re-written this poem. It should flow much better than before.

~Mountain~



It sits there,
On the horizon,
Standing guard
Like a stone titan
With snow-white peaks.
Through its heart leaks
Crystal waters
Of a blue stream
One only sees
In a deep dream.
A magnificent sight
That can also bring fright
To those who fear
Those walls so sheer.
Its peaks, so high,
Touch the blue sky.