The Mountain

The mountain’s a castle,

High up in the sky,

Whistling in peace,

To the tourists who come by.

The mountain’s a staircase

No bottom or top,

It’s such a delight,

No one wants to stop.

The mountain’s a giant,

Watching over its people,

Looking at the babies,

and the children who are feeble.

The mountain’s a dragon,

Gentle and kind,

He places on top,

Lost treasures he finds.

The mountain’s a memory,

You all thought it was real,

The cold snow dripping down,

The rugged stone you can feel.