The moun­tain story



There once was a moun­tain sur­roun­ded by a lush green fo­rest. The moun­tain was co­ver­ed in snow in the win­ter and shone bright in sum­mer. Huge boul­d­ers were part of its great body of rock.

The moun­tain stood there.

Strong and straight th­rough every weather and any oc­cur­rence. It stood th­rough heavy winds and easy bree­zes. It stood solid while thun­der and hail cras­hed down on it and when light drops of warm rain drizz­led over it.

The moun­tain sat there in the hot sum­mer sun and shone bright when the sun set.

So­me­times it was co­ver­ed in thick clouds and so­me­times it stood un­der­ne­ath the clear blue sky.

Nothing could harm this solid form. No weather could break its strength.

Some se­a­sons, wild­fi­res hea­ted its seat and stole all trees, bus­hes and greens around it. The moun­tain stood still.

Some se­a­sons, ear­th­qua­kes shook the ground and stole some boul­d­ers from its shoul­d­ers. The moun­tain still stood still.

With its solid ap­pearance, the moun­tain gave strength to ever­y­o­ne who loo­ked at it.