Ode to Mountains

Mountains, appearing stable, yet ever fragile and so much change.  Daring those who are able, every mile, every range.   Grows and erodes, born of the earth's destructive power.  Glaciers cut roads, but also walls to be devoured.  Peaks ever soaring, beautiful and grand.  Ridges and moors, paint the land.  Successes and failures, a measure of man.  These mold, soul cures, for those who can.  Lost lives, so much pain.  For those who dive, so much to gain.