Upon the ancient peaks, where silence reigns,
The mountains stand, in timeless chains.
Their whispers echo through the years,
A symphony of joy and tears.

Beneath their shadows, valleys sleep,
Where rivers run and secrets keep.
The winds that dance on rugged stone,
Sing tales of lands where dreams are sown.

The snow-capped crowns, in purest white,
Reflect the dawn’s first gentle light.
A testament to nature’s grace,
In every crag, a sacred space.

So let us climb, with hearts so bold,
To touch the skies and stories told.
Among the peaks, we find our way,
In mountains’ arms, we’ll forever stay.