In the cradle of the endless sky,
Where whispers of the wind reside,
Stand the mountains, bold and high,
Guardians of the earth’s pride.
Draped in cloaks of mist and snow,
They watch the valleys far below,
Silent sentinels of ancient lore,
Holding secrets from ages of yore.
Shadows dance as the sun ascends,
Painting peaks in golden light,
A tapestry of natureâs blend,
A breathtaking, wondrous sight.
In their presence, time stands still,
Hearts find peace, minds are free,
The mountains echo natureâs will,
An eternal symphony.