Beneath the boundless azure sky, they rise,
Giants clad in robes of mist and snow.
A silent symphony of strength and grace,
Where whispers of the wind softly flow.

Their peaks, kissed by the golden sun,
Hold secrets in shadows cast long.
In valleys where the rivers run,
Nature sings her timeless song.

A sanctuary for the wandering soul,
In the embrace of their ancient arms.
Echoes of the ages call,
With a promise of peace and calm.

Stand with me on these sacred heights,
Witness the dance of clouds above.
Here, in this cradle of earthly might,
Feel the gentle power of their love.