In lands I never saw — they say
Immortal Alps look down —
Whose Bonnets touch the firmament —
Whose Sandals touch the town —
Meek at whose everlasting feet
A Myriad Daisy play —
Which, Sir, are you and which am I
Upon an August day?
~Emily Dickinson #XXX Part Three: Love
What are men to rocks and mountains?
~Jane Austen from Pride and Prejudice
This August day:
the immortal mountains loom large, a reminder of our transient blossoming at their everlasting feet.
We are but momentary blooms, gracing the ground, waiting patiently for our time in the sun.