Humbling huge mountains as if they were piles of litter, ... She brings about the destruction of the mountain lands from east to west.

You look at these mountains now, and they look so permanent and peaceful, but they're changing all the time and the changes aren't always peaceful. Underneath us, beneath us here right now, there are forces that can tear this whole mountain apart.

And o'er them lowers destruction, high in air,
Upon those jutting crags, whose rugged sides,
Riven in fragments, and like ruins pil'd,
Seem as that giants of those ancient days
When earthborn creatures braved th' Olympic Gods,
Those of whom fable tells, had torn away
Rocks from their solid base, and with strong arm,
Parted the mountains: there the avalanche hangs,
Mighty, but tremulous; just a light breath
Will loosen it from off its airy throne;
Then down it hurls in wrath, like to the sound
Of thunder amid storms, or as the voice
Of rushing waters—death in its career.

The lofty pine is oftenest shaken by the winds;
High towers fall with a heavier crash;
And the lightning strikes the highest mountain.

You don’t believe the sky is falling until a chunk of it falls on you.

The Montana sunset lay between the mountains like a giant bruise from which darkened arteries spread across a poisoned sky.

You worry about a crack in the floor while the whole mountain is about to come down on us!

When a big tree falls, the earth shakes.

Mountain passes slipping into stones,
Hearts and bones.

You get tragedy where the tree, instead of bending, breaks.

..upon the frightening gray sky one can see a black mountain, completely black even with black houses, and all of a sudden a fire-red house appears, a violet path with snowflakes and on the path a black chain of people like crows.

After tumbling down the mountain, a stone lies in a valley. How did it fall away? Right now, no-one knows. Did it tear from the heights on its own? Or was it cast down by the will of another? Aeons have flowed by, yet no-one knows the reason why.

Disparting towers
Trembling all precipitate down dash’d,
Rattling around, loud thundering to the moon.

But high up on the mountain When the wind is hitting it If you're watching very closely The rock slips a little bit...