In the cradle of dawn’s gentle embrace,
Mountains rise, guardians of the sky,
Cloaked in mist, a silken lace,
Their peaks where eagles dare to fly.

With ancient tales etched in their stone,
The mountains watch the world unfold,
In quiet strength, they stand alone,
A silent saga yet untold.

Rivers carve their winding trails,
Through valleys deep and forests wide,
Echoing the mountains’ tales,
In whispers on the evening tide.

Beneath the stars, in night’s soft glow,
Mountains keep their timeless vow,
A sanctuary in the world below,
Where dreams and nature gently bow.