Cracks in the surface of mountain soil
open and let greenery rip and despoil.
Shred and tear through both rock and stone
to make room for a growth, at last all it's own.

From both base to summit — Olympus to Wutai
it's time spent well, time spent to defy
what once was rigid, unmoving and strong
to crumple bit by bit into a breeze-laden song.

But the mountain doesn't wail, and neither will it fall
for the mountain is not worsened by it's transient shawl.