The High Places

Remember, ye who tread the high places

Rejoicing in their splendor and majesty

Breathing the air that bathes the stars

That mountains are born of torment

The collision of tonnage unmeasured

Mighty peaks belie dreadful precipices

Glistening virgin snow becomes the avalanche

The wind that stirs the trees to verdant music

Also finds the coat of bear and lion

As was said of Aslan 

The mountains are good, but not safe