NaPoWriMo 19: Strawberry Top

The mountain looms,
Above the forest,
Its strawberry top,
Dusted with snow.
Not the mushy, wet kind,
But the light, feathery type,
That blows with the wind,
And dances in breeze.
The peak is shrouded,
By thick layers of clouds.
Not the dark, gloomy ones,
But the bright, fluffy type,
That lightens the sky,
And floats in and out.
That is our mountain.