Beneath the vast and starlit sky,
The mountains stand, silent and high.
Guardians of the earth’s ancient lore,
Whispers echo from their core.
Draped in veils of mist and snow,
Their secrets only the winds know.
Shadows dance on rugged cliffs,
A timeless tale that gently drifts.
Rivers weave through valleys deep,
Cradling dreams the mountains keep.
Echoes of forgotten songs,
In the heart of nature, where it belongs.
As dawn breaks with golden light,
The peaks emerge from the night.
A symphony of colors unfold,
In the mountains, stories are told.