Wall of rock and earthen mound
Wearing oft a crown of white
Steadfastly reaching ever up, for the golden sun
Broad shoulders covered ‘round in cloak of trees
Whose branches proudly thrust out green leaves
Wizened face of weathered stone
Whispers of cool streams aflow
Atop lies a balding peak, unperturbed by tumult below
A hidden island up on high
Above the shadow of a somber sky
Watching with unwavering zeal
Like a beacon in a sea of white
A solid anchor, with tether of sunlight
Revealing whereon warm ray is sought for most
When e’r a storm doth pour forth woes
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