Beneath the azure, endless sky,
The mountains stand, so proud, so high,
With peaks that kiss the heavens’ dome,
They reign supreme, their timeless home.

Their rugged faces tell a tale,
Of ancient times, through storm and gale,
Unyielding, they have stood the test,
A refuge for the weary, blessed.

The valleys deep, the rivers wide,
Carved by nature’s hand, a guide,
To secrets held within their core,
Of life, of love, and so much more.

In twilight’s glow, they softly sing,
A lullaby to everything,
That breathes the air and walks the land,
The mountains’ song, forever grand.