In the heart of towering giants,
Where silence speaks in echoes,
The mountains hold their ancient tales,
Beneath the endless sky.

Shadows dance on jagged slopes,
As the sun begins to rise,
Painting gold on rugged stones,
A masterpiece divine.

Whispering winds weave through the pines,
Singing songs of time gone by,
Carving paths through hidden valleys,
Where secrets softly lie.

In their presence, we find solace,
A refuge from the world below,
For in the mountains’ mighty embrace,
Our spirits freely flow.