In the cradle of mountains, where the rock stands tall,
Lies the silent story of time’s endless call.
Each crevice and crack, a testament to days gone by,
A symphony of whispers beneath the open sky.

As the sun kisses the rugged face of stone,
Shadows dance and secrets are shown.
The rock, a keeper of ancient lore,
Echoes of history in its core.

Rains may fall and winds may howl,
But the rock remains, steadfast and proud.
A guardian of the land, unyielding and strong,
Singing an eternal, unbroken song.

In the twilight’s gentle embrace,
The rock’s wisdom lights up the place.
A beacon of resilience, strength untold,
In its heart, stories of the world unfold.