Deep into the mountain,
I hear the water,
Falling from the high;
Splashing through,
Axe hacked rocks;
Rocks are cold,
Hard,
Lifeless.
However,
Lichens, red like a fire,
Relaxing on the highest rocks;
Pine trees,
Standing on the most forbidding cliffs,
Waving their hands.
Spirit of the Mountain
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