In the hush of dawn’s gentle embrace,
Mountains stand tall, cloaked in misty grace.
Their summits kiss the waking sun,
Guardians of dreams, where life has spun.

Veins of stone and veins of time,
Chiseled by nature, timeless and sublime.
Echoes of ages in their silent song,
Whispering secrets where we belong.

Clouds dance around their lofty crowns,
Casting shadows on the valleys down.
In their shadows, stories untold,
Of ancient trails and hearts of gold.

As night descends, stars gently weep,
Upon these giants who watch and keep.
In their presence, we find our place,
In the mountain’s heart, we trace our grace.