In the cradle of the earth they stand,
Majestic guardians of time’s grand design,
Veiled in whispers of the ancient land,
Their stories etched in stone, divine.

The sun’s first kiss, a golden hue,
Paints their crowns with vibrant grace,
While shadows dance in valleys blue,
Reflecting nature’s gentle embrace.

Clouds weave through their rugged spines,
A symphony of wind and silence,
In their solitude, an echo aligns,
With the heartbeats of timeless resilience.

As night descends, stars softly glow,
A tapestry of dreams unfurled,
Mountains watch the worlds below,
Silent keepers of the eternal world.