Upon the ancient, towering peaks,
Where whispers of the wind do speak,
There lies a world so vast, so grand,
With tales carved by natureâs hand.
The mountains stand in silent grace,
Shadows cast upon their face,
They touch the sky, embrace the sun,
A journeyâs end, a quest begun.
Through valleys deep and rivers wide,
The mountains guard with strength and pride,
They hold the secrets of the earth,
In silent watch, they mark our birth.
As twilight falls, the stars alight,
The mountains bask in silver light,
Eternal sentinels, they stand,
Guardians of this wondrous land.