Ode Of A Mountain

A fresh new tooth juts from the EarthHeralding a wind to cools our bodiesAnd the whole world knows it's mirthIn the country it embodies.   The fresh snow provided by the sky,Is captured by the tooth with it's rook,The snow which once was dry, Has turned to a trickling brook.  Surrounding our city with it's mighty rock,No man would dare  near it to march,The lizards and Bluejays who dare to mock,It still protects from the fearsome torch.  For nothing can stop the gravely might,As the Mountain falls to sleep at night.-TardisRobber

This poem is about: 
Our world

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