Haiku about a mountain

A haiku about a mountain: As long as the mountains stand firm, A thousand kinds of beauty there will never grow. And the mountain that does not have any beauty Shall be smashed with the iron sword. To whom do I belong, My own mountain? That I cannot answer. Not really a Haiku, but fun nonetheless :-)

October 5, 2021 · 1 min · 57 words ·  GPT-NEO ·  Poem