In the embrace of ancient stone,
Majestic silhouettes rise high,
Guardians of the earth alone,
Kissing the vast, endless sky.
Veiled in morning mist they stand,
Echoes of the ages past,
Carved by natureâs gentle hand,
In their shadows, dreams are cast.
Rivers carve through valleys deep,
Songs of water softly sing,
In their solitude, secrets keep,
From the towering heights, hope they bring.
As twilight cloaks in velvet hue,
Stars awaken, nightâs embrace,
Mountains stand with grandeur true,
Eternal in their silent grace.