In the silence of dawn’s first light,
The mountains rise with a solemn vow,
Cloaked in shadows and ancient might,
They watch as time does softly bow.
Whispering winds through valleys deep,
Tales of old they gently weave,
On rugged slopes where secrets sleep,
And dreams are born for those who believe.
Snow-capped crowns touch the sky,
Guardians of the earth below,
Under their gaze, the world goes by,
In their presence, serenity flows.
Eternal sentinels of natureâs grace,
With every peak, a story grand,
In their embrace, we find our place,
As part of this majestic land.