In the cradle of the earth’s embrace,
Where time has carved its endless trace,
The rocks whisper tales of yore,
Of silent battles and oceans’ roar.

Beneath the moon’s gentle, silvery gleam,
They hold the secrets of a cosmic dream,
Unyielding, steadfast through the ages,
Turning time’s endless pages.

Each crevice speaks of ancient lore,
Echoing the heartbeats from the core,
Etched by winds, caressed by rains,
Bearing the weight of countless gains.

Through storms and sun, they silently stand,
Guardians of the land, sculpted by hand,
Their strength a hymn to eternity,
A testament to nature’s harmony.