Within the white cotton expanse
Stands a point so cold and tall
Fluffy flurries who float so far
rest upon the snowy wall
Upon the plenty rolling hills
Sits mountains proud and stiff
As flakes of ice lean off and hang
From the edges of the cliff
The frosty vapor lingers
The snowy mountain it shrouds
Its peak so meek it points it's beak
Above the sea of clouds
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Hey everyone! Cool story behind this poem. I flew to Seattle this past weekend and right before we started to descend, we flew right over a snowy mountain range. There was one really tall mountain that caught my eye because it was so tall, it's peak sat right above the sea of clouds that spotted the sky. It looked like a mystical cloud mountain if that makes sense. I included an actual picture I got of it at the top of the page but it's a little blurry. 😂🗻
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