Miniscule

Towering tall on each side,
but not for a moment do I suffocate.
They are huge, and I feel
miniscule. 
Less important.
Humility.
I know a few people who could benefit from this feeling.
Two symmetrical gouges look like lungs,
and I see the mountain breathe.
With a deep shudder it inhales.
Rocks shift,
plants fall,
water tumbles.
Life is rearranged.
A new course begins,
things shift and settle.
A millennium later,
two,
maybe three.
It exhales.
Letting out the breath it has held since before our time.