Introduction

This is my introduction you will not know me, you will only know of me.

I feel the old bark peel off every season.

I hear the whispers in the trees at night.

I respond to the distant echo of a woodpecker.

I blow the howling winds that tear this land apart.

I feel the rain feed my rivers and give my glaciers growth.

I watch as somber time walks through my canyons and peaks.

I am the silent giant that is ever changing and yet never moving.

I am the old man of the mountain.