Natural thrones, their immenseness protects the lives that thrive on their surfaces. Bountifully providing for those that seek shelter, condemning those that seek power. They are barriers, obstacles, watchful and rigid in their grandeur. Splendid and magnificent they are constant and everlasting watchers of our world. They are ceaseless, and unending, continual and classic.
Motionless, lifeless, unfeeling and indifferent, their regal and stately imposition strive to ban us from our desires. Both overwhelming and breathtaking, these tremendous and remarkable statues are as unyielding as they are commanding. Stand in awe of their dominance over their land. They prevail with stunning forcefulness striking the hearts of men forever. Their significance is stately and momentous.
Only the extraordinary celebrate their ability to conquer these innate giants. The massiveness of their shield defends borders and becomes an inflexible hindrance for those unimpressive enough to impose their will on these colossal, unsympathetic ranges. They will not answer prayers. They will not call for help. You may visit with risk; risk of death, but also risk of life. Proud and powerful are they who attempt to climb their faces. Puny humans with needs too big to keep at home.
Their heartlessness and pitiless existence is one of unknowing. Even frigid water is thrown from their cliffs unceremoniously. They cannot feel our awe. They cannot see our worship. They cannot understand our attempts of conquest. Their faces are heavy with foliage of hearty, needled-trees. Their scars provide refuge. Their caverns hold secrets of creation, as they have risen of an untamed Earth pushing ever upwards; piercing the skies with their jagged peaks.
Cleansing and wild, mountains capture our creativity, and spark fire in our hearts. We seek them out for we also long to be timeless. They break us, and they save us. These rigid mountains; these Rocky Mountains.
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