Beneath the sky’s eternal reach,
The mountains stand in silent speech,
Their whispers through the ages flow,
In valleys deep and peaks of snow.

The winds that weave through ancient stone,
Tell tales of time forever known,
Of forests green and rivers wide,
And secrets in the shadows hide.

The dawn that breaks with golden light,
Illuminates the towering height,
Of granite giants, steadfast, bold,
Their stories in the silence told.

As night descends with velvet shroud,
The stars above, a sparkling crowd,
Embrace the mountains in their glow,
Eternal friends in twilight’s show.