The snow sat on my face like a blanket. For days you had sat at base camp, waiting for the signal.
Then you started to trudge up me.
Reaching up to the heavens, I remembered my time as an insignificant, stony hill.
Looking down me I saw your hometown at my foot and laughed at how tiny it was.
As I watch you trudge up me, I feel your pain as a tiny pinprick.
I will send armies of snow and wind to separate you from your fellow mountaineers.
Indestructible and majestic, I stood here and looked down on the insignificant little human towns.
Then, I brush the snow off my shoulder and bury you alive.
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Great work! 🙂
singular thank. but why.