She rests along the horizon,
easily seen from the thirsty shore,
and with a face like an angel,
she could never be ignored.
Her body is ever-changing
as she basks in the summer sun,
and her golden peaks glisten
while her vistas promise fun.
She lays in silent stillness;
never a tremor does she sigh.
The world tramples upon her,
though she never questions why.
She often cries a flood of tears;
still, her strength does prevail,
and even though she’s antiquated,
her beauty never fails.
Nestled comfortably in the earth,
she’s withstood the test of time,
and even though some mar her face,
she still beckons them to climb.
She’s served as a place of renewal
and become a much-needed haven;
she even shares her home
with all the raptors and the ravens.
Exquisite in her gilded grandeur,
layered with the etchings of the past,
her purpose is apparent,
and her glory was made to last.
© 2022 Michelle Cook