Standing tall in the sky,
You dare ask who am I,
Strong as the rock which adorns me,
Touching the heights to the level,
Where I wear snow as my cap,
Covering the vast area of the earth,
I am a mountain which is invincible,
Saying that I stood tall and proud,
Exposing myself to the outside world,
After a while, the snow melted,
Paving the way for the water to flow downwards,
The slow friction has caused fissures,
And eventually a water trail deepening with time,
Breaking my invincible surface as if I am clay,
I was moulded into what nature wanted,
Or to be blunt, what nature wanted me to be,
There are days where I can relive my days of glory,
But the appearance of one cloud or one day too hot,
Could  expose my scars to the trail of pain again,
To be moulded further for nature’s demand.