The mountain sits at the center of the world, Like a king upon his throne; Its majesty is lost in the clouds, Its beauty silently shone.

Each hour that passes, the sun will rise, And cast its golden rays; It gives the mountain life and love, In a most extraordinary ways.

Ode to the mighty peaks that stand, Unyielding through the years; Their grandeur beckons from afar, And soothes the soul’s great fears.

• Ralph Waldo Emerson