Her Majesty

Beautiful dressed in robes of green and brown,

Her dress reaching the ground,

Where her servants tend to her needs,

Clearing her land of infestation and weeds,

She's noble and will not let you win,

Never can anyone conquere this mountain,

She separates to let the rivers pass,

She softens her skin to grow the grass,

She let's the clouds pass over her,

And sends the sun in as her grower.

She let's those live who are good,

And kills the sick with her wolves,

Her slick slopes surprise those unaware,

No wonder she could never care

What happens to the humans

Who plow her sides and empty them,

Then let's the steep slopes that look fake,

Catch them by surprise and blows up their brakes.