The Mountain

The snowflakes fall like white leaves off a great tree. The mountain sticks out among the rest; it is both taller and wider than all of the others. Skiers and hikers come from all around to enjoy its beauty. Evergreens surround the mountain like troops around their general. The mountain's peak reaches into the sky like a claw reaching into the heavens.

In the olden days people used to dig into her side seeking riches and minerals, digging deeper and deeper they found nothing. Over the years its deep gashes were healed like holes being filled. Every spring the sides turn as colorful as rainbows. In the winter all color is gone except for the evergreens that stand out like stars in a night sky.

Her roots dig deep into the earth holding the mountain in place. Hot springs cover the sides like small natural spas. When a storm rolls into the area the mountain seems to be like a magnet for the snow. In the spring the mountain's snow melts and causes small rivers and lakes to form around the base, giving children natural swimming pools.

The constantly changing climate is liked by the surrounding villagers; in the winter a place to ski, and in the summer a place to camp and hike. The mountain produces many recourses including wood for furniture and natural spring water that is bottled and sold, the mountain is an abundant source of fun and resources.

The people are thankful for the mountain it is a major part of their lives, no-one ever tries to steal the mountains insides again instead the mountain gives them to the people when needed. In Christmas time the villagers decorate the mountain with Christmas lights and they run a sledge ride through the bottom hills.

The villagers live at peace with the mountain never taking more than what they need, and the mountain gives back.