Mountains are magical. Unique indeed they are. A special mystique they have, grand as they are. Majestic is their glory. What a riot of colours they are! The multiple shades of green, the brown of the rocks and often the white of the snow fulfil the mountain palette. At times, it could be the lovely beauty of waterfalls glowing with the resplendent rainbows every inch. When the snow, the waterfalls and the rain wash away the dross, there glint gorgeous the minerals in all their unbelievable shades.
Not only are mountains a visual treat. They are a rich natural library of sounds, the lonely wind whistling, the foliage rustling, the wild animals calling, and what have you. But natural such a symphony is as mountains are the real hometown of unique flora and fauna, right?
Not only are moutains merely marvellous, but they are the very source of life, almost like the sea, though far above they tower over the seashore. Well, mountain ranges make rains possible in a way, right? They block the way of the sea fed, water rich clouds thus causing the rains. Oh, yes, rivers, the very source of human life and hopefully humane civilization, begin in mountains their final journey towards the sea.
Mountains make our natural guard-ians, too. Born of the clashes of tectonic plates and their ancient rumbling movements, they may be fragile seismically. In the human mind though, they are steadfast stability itself. Hence, in every religion, they are the abode of the gods, of penance and spiritual guidance, and of the afterlife, too.
Mountains are sheer poetry. Long live the beatific mountains. Let not human greed and the climate change thence destroy these ancestral presences!
Pratima@ The majesty of mountains make their mythical mystique.
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