Mountain's Death

It's raining, raining heavily My pillow's damp, but the grass's dry. The air's fresh, the sky's void of darkness But the mountain's sulking, the clouds uttering a desperate cry. There's a thousand whispers from sky "You're a mountain, be strong and hold on." "Crying is for losers." The mountain wipes it's tears away But when it does so, the world is cut off from the waters. The mountain then starts to die It's trees withering away, It's beauty dripping away. "This mountain is now useless " "It's foolish to invest in it now " Is what its killers now have to say.