the occasional shade from the fragrant pines offer a necessary relief.
The sheer stone cliffs remote yet magnanimous,
and those few brave flowers struggle up from the indifferent soil.
The peak, stolid and silent, accepts those worthy pilgrims with open arms.
Granting solace but no solution.
It is not hard to fathom bygone tribes worshiping its quiet grace-
honors, prayers, venerations to this colossal alter of stone.
In our fumbling pretentious way, we worship still,
offering reverence with our recreation.
The massive rock stands distant, inviting.
Unwavering, unchanging, and still.
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