Mountains

I want them to rule the earth. I want them to be in charge. For they know nothing but beauty and perfection. They do exactly what they were made to do. When they are covered in snow, they have so may opportunities to complain.  They could spend their days shivering. Instead, they rejoice and embrace the beauty that the frozen water has for them. They do no boasting when the warmer season comes. But the imperfect ones look up to them and soak in their majestic green colors, doing the boasting for them. They face each other night and day and never get tired of it. Through tough weather they stick it out together. They are often covered by the clouds but insists it is just fine. They honor their purpose, and never fail to offer amazement. They watch over their land, and provide life to all sorts and kinds. They give glory to their creator for as long as they stand. They praise their maker with all they were given. They are accepting. They are obedient. They are perfect.