Nickel and Dime

Mountain of mystery, rising high above the clouds

Mountain of magic, standing tall and proud

Your magical veins flowing silver and gold

Your cumulus cloud glows misty red

As Apollo sets beyond your head

Releasing the pressure built over the years

The mountain is crying hot lava tears

Molten rock created under

Vibrations of subterranean thunder

Ejecting boulders like pieces of sand

The mountain is giving birth to the land

Under your feet, you feel a rumble

As thousands of rocks are starting to tumble

Above the trees where the buzzard flies

Swirling vapors begin to rise

Beneath those misty peaks you hide

A tremendous force boiling deep inside