Mar 132015
 
I tower over the man-made plain;
My peaks scrape the heavens.
I have many brothers; in fact,
We may be as many as a hundred and seven.

We’re as ancient as the oldest trees,
But not older than the hills.
We’ve been studied for centuries now,
But with mystery we’re still filled.
 

Riddle

 

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