A mile high it stands,
Shining in the distance,
Reaching to the sky,
Its peak lost in the clouds.

One Man, one life;
Here thirty years:
Effects longer
Lasting, more pure.

Shunned by all, even his mother,
Deformed from birth, like no other;
Beguiled into thinking he was weird,
For which he was taunted and jeered.

A homogenous mixture,
Without which there would be no life,
Flowing around our inner,
Blood: that thing we cringed at when seen.

Booming throughout the hills,
Thundering loud for all to hear;
Showering teardrops from on high,
Will anvil's hammer,  cracking the sky.

The world will throw your heart out of whack
And life will stress you out the wazoo,
But if you keep God involved daily,
You will become blessed, wowed, and amazed.

A trickle, a ripple;
A tiny little creek;
Rushing ever downward,
Till becoming a sea.