My Name is Mt. Fuji, or Better Still, Call me Fujisan!
Thats right! You’ve heard what I’ve said! My name is Mt. Fuji, Fujisan to those in the know. I am right there hiding over the horizon. When I feel like it I will come out and play in the golden glow of setting sun. Most of the time you can’t see me from Tokyo. I choose to stay hidden, be a bit incognito in the haze. I let the haze blend me right out of the picture.
Today I decided to indulge my self in red, and orange hues. I wanted all those that haven’t seen me for a while to know that I am still here. You may build a tree like structure that reaches into the sky, but from my height your structures will only be playthings to me.
One day I may grow angry to the point that the molten viscous lava in my soul will erupt with such a fury to wipe out the generations of memories. I am not feeling that today. My soul isn’t that troubled. I will keep anger hidden far under my snow capped peak.
Today I only wanted to come out and play in the light. I danced as much as a sloping volcanic mountain could sway. I just wanted to show myself, if only for a few moments, as the sun dissolved into the horizon.