In the embrace of mountain’s might,
Where whispers carve the ancient stone,
A symphony of rock takes flight,
In rhythm with the earth alone.

The echoes dance on winds so wild,
Their melodies in shadows play,
As hearts of stone and hearts of child,
Sing to the fading light of day.

With every crack, a story told,
The silent songs of ages past,
In every crevice, tales unfold,
Of timeless beauty, shadows cast.

Yet in the stillness, strength is found,
A testament to time’s embrace,
In rock’s eternal, silent sound,
Lies wisdom in its rugged grace.