In the realm where giants sleep,
Beneath the azure sky so deep,
The whispering winds begin to sweep,
Over the peaks where secrets keep.

Majestic heights that kiss the sun,
Where ancient rivers gently run,
Each dawn a battle fought and won,
As shadows fade, and light’s begun.

Veils of mist in morning’s grace,
Caress each rugged, timeless face,
A silent dance, a slow embrace,
In nature’s grand and sacred space.

Here dreams ascend on wings of prayer,
To touch the heavens, pure and rare,
In mountains’ heart, so wild, so fair,
We find our souls laid open, bare.