Amidst the clouds where eagles soar,
The mountains stand in timeless lore.
Their whispering peaks tell tales of old,
Of secrets kept in silence bold.
With every dawn, their shadows play,
In valleys deep and skies of gray.
A symphony of nature’s grace,
In every crag, a sacred space.
The rivers carve their ancient song,
Through stone and time, they glide along.
A testament to patience pure,
In rugged beauty, strong and sure.
Beneath the stars, they softly dream,
Of ages past and futures gleam.
The mountains hold a world untold,
In their embrace, the heart grows bold.