Real Courage

An iron-gray mountain staggers high;
Concealed in snow and perilous in its way.
All other plights it does defy,
Ice-capped peaks reach to the sky,
No rules does it obey.

Up above, the forest white,
Where wildlife does abound;
Stays undiscovered in its might,
Without the courage to lose sight,
Of the dull and droning ground.

Such courage does often cower,
For it is not the trees that sway to and fro;
Nor trees that through storms loom and tower,
It is instead the fragile flower;
That opens in the snow.