A mountainous life...
Green is the color of a fallen mountain as its white glacial past reminds of the days it was king-- left are the springs that seep out of its valleys and the trees that occupy its surface. Bound to its earthly tomb, the heart of the mountain fades into the sunset of its tatonic past where all was moving and uncertain. With this new age from Mountain to just a big old run down hill there is a great serenity-- the Jagged cliffs have been softened by thousands of years of rains, winds and spring thaws. In their place grassy meadows for feeding deer. Lush forests verdant with berries sprout across the terrain and squirrels conquer all the acorns that roll off the limbs of white oaks. With time the mountain had been made and faded-- but the post mountain state holds on to the fossils and relics of its history as it indefinately smooths onward.