The Three Mountains

Three mountains stood shoulder to shoulder, mumbling to each other throughout the ages. They themselves were astride a ridge with a climb, and so progressively they were ordered in size - the third mountain appeared to be the tallest at the top amongst them, even though it was the smallest.

The tallest mountain wore the longest roots, and it sat like a grand molar in a valley of water shaded by the two above. The middle mountain creaked and groaned, being set between the two, always uncomfortable with its placement. Sheep trailed around its skirt, and foxes circled around its sheep. 

The tallest smallest pinnacle was the coldest loneliest of the three for no bird could fly to its apex, and the winds on high were sharply persuasive. The mountain that nested in the middle then enjoyed being fixed betwixt the two, and knowing his place thereby. 

The mountain at the base dipped its toes into the rivers of the world - some which ran under the ground and found their way many miles around. With ancient ears it could hear the chatter of the life that came and went, and with this, a single tree, at its base, laughed frequently.

-Gabriel Brunsdon, Finding Self - Second Guesses- Azlander Series