Within the chords of ancient stone,
Whispered tales of time unknown,
Echoes of a world long past,
In rock’s embrace, memories last.

The mountains rise, their voices clear,
Singing songs we hold dear,
In every crevice, every crack,
History’s voice, calling back.

Beneath the surface, stories lie,
Of earth and sky that unify,
In the silence of the night,
Rock’s eternal whisper, pure and bright.

Let us listen, hearts attuned,
To the melody of the moon,
For in the rocks, our past resides,
A timeless song that never hides.