Beneath the sky where mountains rise,
The echoes of time in stone disguise,
Silent witnesses to ages past,
Their stories in shadows are cast.

Rugged faces carved by nature’s hand,
Guardians of earth, they firmly stand,
Through tempest winds and gentle rains,
Their timeless strength forever remains.

In the quiet of the night, they speak,
In ancient tongues, both strong and meek,
Whispering secrets of earth’s embrace,
In their presence, we find our place.

A symphony of silence in the air,
The rock’s eternal, steadfast prayer,
Holding the weight of history’s call,
In their grandeur, we stand in awe.