Inspiration for this poem came from a 12th century Korean poem;  Summer Clouds, by Chong Chisang 

Sunny day: in the heart of the skyfloating clouds form peaks.

A monk at the sight wonders if there’s a temple there.

A crane looking on regrets the absence of pine.

A flash of lightning is the woodsman’s axe;

a peal of thunder is the bell of the hidden temple.

Who said mountains don’t move?

In the wind that rises with the fading light they fly!