Submerged Peaks. Once you were.
“Full fathom five thy father lies:
Of his bones are coral made:
Those are pearls that were his eyes:
Nothing of him that doth fade
But doth suffer a sea-change
Into something rich and strange.”—William Shakespeare, The Tempest
My mountains, you were once covered by oceanic waters and warmed by the womb of the sea. Time slowly passed and your drowning stone found the air to reveal the extent of your size. You bear the markings of your birth, though. Water shaped crevasses and eroded peaks betray your origin. Snows, creatures and man now repose upon your ranges, but we will not forget. No, we will remember your home for you, too, are waterward progeny.