Mountains

Mountains dazzling
under a fiery sun

like a ruler's crown
encrusted in gold

Strings of them 

stand defiantly

challenging the ruins of time

Looking down mockingly

at empires that fade under it

Reminding us  

of our trivial designs

Bursting like bubble gum

our giant egos

Pricking like thistles

our petty plans

They stand there watching 

our spectacular falls 

like heaps of rubbles 

A spec of dust 

our dreams