The Mountain, Majestic

You were that grand old mountain,
gargantuan in your mighty solid rigidity;
Unmoldable, unwaivering;
almost hovering above us all...
Grand in your Majesty.
A Travesty!! - They blasted
through your solid mass
just to build a passageway
to their Paradise.
You were blasted
until all that was unbreakable was
Crumbled...
Shattered...
Destroyed.
They built a Road to Heaven
by putting you through Hell.

Soon,
It was Routine.
Visitors would come
to fill up the Paradise
man had Destroyed
to Create.
Soon,
you adapted to your new role.
The hole that was
drilled into you
(through you),
to make way for more.
Then, more and more
Came.
They violated your landscape ~
Defiled it with their soilings
and marked it with their blatant disregard.
They came, with weapons drawn,
to rob you of your beauty and your innocence.
They came...
And yet,

You stood, Majestic,
above
and around
what Man had destroyed.
Day after day,
Year after year,
You stood, solid,
above and beyond it all.
You nurture
where they have destroyed.
You replenish
all that they have taken.
You stand, strong and resilient, -
despite all that would simply crumble beneath that weight.

They have beaten you. { I AM STILL STANDING! }
They have blasted you. { IT IGNITED MY SOUL! }
They have forced their way through you. { IT GAVE ME SPACE TO MOVE! }
They have violated you. { IT ALLOWED FOR CREATION AND REBIRTH! }
They...They... They...

They...
You can focus on the THEY
or you can focus on the I...
I AM A MOUNTAIN,
regardless of THEY...
I WILL ALWAYS BE A MOUNTAIN...
so I might as well enjoy it!