In the hush of dawn’s embrace, they stand,
Guardians of time, in shades of gray,
Their whispers echo through the land,
As light unfolds the break of day.

Rivers carve their ancient tales,
Through valleys deep and shadows cast,
A dance of clouds, where silence sails,
In the realm where dreams hold fast.

Snow-capped crowns touch the sky,
Veils of mist in gentle sweep,
The mountains breathe a silent sigh,
Cradling secrets they softly keep.

Beneath their gaze, the world unfolds,
In timeless grace, they watch and wait,
For those who seek their stories told,
In the heart of nature’s gate.