mountain range

The mountain sat tall upon the everlasting grass plains

as tall as a skyscraper glancing over the trees,

The majestic mountain range sitting there for years

watching the world change like time just flies,

When the sun sets

the trees glow,

When it stops the mountain disappears,

the mountain is full of midnight snackers crawling all amongst it,

it is as majestic as a flaming Phoenix.

The trees are as green as a parakeet swaying in the cold lonely wind,

The mountain is surrounded by trees and the cool night breeze,

it is high in the sky and it’s like it is almost touching it,

yet some are as tall as trees and some are just a little hill,

You can see the whole city from the top of the range,

The mountain's reflection from miles away in the water,

The dark cold fog at night you can barely see anything from the top of the majestic mountain,

In the nice morning sky, the mountain towers over everything else that is in its path

It towers over skyscrapers, hotels, trees, and giraffes,

Some mountains can spray out lava and some just shimmers in the night sky.