Ode to Mt. Adams

Thou massive sentinel of nature’s grandeur, Mt. Adams, soaring high,
Where verdant forests kiss the crystal skies, where heaven and earth collide.
Upon thy edifice of ancient stone, thou reignest in the sky,
Above etched valleys, and rivers known, beneath the eagle’s fly.

Billows of mist cloak thine alpine face, in the cool, crisp morning light,
Veiling thy majesty and timeless grace, till dawn dispels the night.
Where the sun first greets the waking day, and ends its gilded run,
Behold thy snow-capped peak, eternal, the crown that dusk has won.

Thy rugged ridges etch the sky, with an artist’s precision,
Where winter gusts and azure sigh, exhibit divine vision.
Falling waters in cascades divine, find solace on thy surface,
Ever whispering stories of time, etching deep your purpose.

Beneath thy shadow, creatures wild, grasp thy motherly nurture,
From bear to beaver, mother to child, thou art a sacred fixture.
Thy lofty heights, where the keen air turns thin, a vantage for the wise,
God’s grand design, writ on the wind, opens up our eyes.

Seasons paint upon thy tapestry, hues of emerald, gold, and white,
Sculpted by ice and history, beneath the moon’s cold light.
Monarch of mountains, thou standest unflayed by the passing of the hours,
Silent watchman of the everglades, adorned with wildflowers.

Witness to millennia, enduring, steadfast, and bright,
Changing yet unchangeable, in the shifting, mellow sunlight.
From thy icy pinnacle, to thy green and fertile foot,
Each stone narrates an oracle, every pine an offshoot.

O, majestic Mt. Adams, under the star-strewn cover,
Thy beauty, in all seasons clad, mankind is yet to discover.
Ode to thy magnificence, that one may understand,
The silent strength, the resonance, of nature’s crafted hand.