The Majesty of Mountains..

Amidst the sky's unbroken blue,
Where clouds like whispers softly flew,
There rise the peaks with crowns of snow,
In silent grace, they stand below.

Their jagged spires, so bold, so high,
Pierce through the heavens, kiss the sky.
Their ancient stones, by time made wise,
Reflect the sun's slow, golden rise.

The winds that sweep through rugged trees,
Are songs of age, of timeless seas.
Their voices call, both fierce and free,
A hymn of earth, of rock, of tree.

In shadows deep, in morning light,
They hold the world in quiet might,
A kingdom vast, where dreams are born,
Where night surrenders to the dawn.

Beneath their watch, we small and frail,
Seek solace in the winds' soft wail,
For mountains teach, in silence grand,
The strength that comes from holding land.

So let them rise, unmoved, untamed,
In beauty wild, forever named,
For in their peaks, we too can see,
The endless power of majesty.