In the cradle of ancient earth they rise,
Guardians of secrets, beneath endless skies.
Their whispers carried on the wind’s gentle sigh,
Echoes of time, in silence they lie.

Draped in mantles of emerald and white,
They stand through the day and into the night.
Watching over valleys, rivers, and streams,
Holding the dreams of wanderers’ dreams.

The sun’s golden kiss upon their peaks,
While shadows dance and the eagle speaks.
In their shadow, stories of old unfold,
Tales of courage and hearts bold.

As the stars blanket their majestic forms,
They cradle the world through tempests and storms.
A testament to nature’s enduring grace,
In their embrace, find solace and space.