Amidst the towering, ancient giants,
Where whispers of the wind seem timeless,
The mountains stand in stoic silence,
Their secrets held in nature’s balance.

Shadows dance on rugged faces,
As sunlight paints its fleeting traces,
Through seasons’ change and time’s embraces,
They stand, eternal, in their places.

Majestic heights that touch the sky,
Where eagles soar and spirits fly,
The mountains speak a lullaby,
Of dreams that reach and never die.

In valleys deep and peaks so high,
Their beauty draws a hopeful eye,
A testament to life’s grand sigh,
The mountains teach us how to try.