The Mountain  The mountain stood within my sight With jagged peaks that reached so high They hid the twinkling stars at night Embedded in the summer sky. And, high upon the mountain's face Clear waterfalls cascaded down The side until they reached the base To water fruit trees in the ground. So held in awe, so struck was I By this stone monument I spied I bid my hill a fond farewell And journeyed to the mountain's side But, as I stood there at the base, The mountain did not seem so high It's trees were barren, void of fruit And water falls ran dry. Then, as I stared into the night Across the lonesome valley floor, A mountain stood within my sight... The hill I'd known before. Now, sitting on that valley floor, I am forced to pay the cost For the hill that I thought mountainous And the mountain that I lost.