Majesty in the Mountains

The mountains stand tall, in the morning light,

With peaks of stone, reaching for the sky.

A kingdom of rock, with a rugged grace,

A place of power, in a quiet space.

The clouds, a symphony, in the sky above,

A dance of white, in the wind's warm love.

They swirl and twirl, like a sea of mist,

A place of dreams, where the mind can twist.

The sun, a giant, in the sky so bright,

A beacon of life, in the morning light.

It rises up, from the earth below,

And brings warmth, to the mountains that glow.

Together, the mountains, clouds, and sun,

A symphony, in the sky begun.

A dance of nature, in perfect rhyme,

A sight so grand, it takes your breath in time.

So let us look up, to the skies so high,

And feel the majesty, of the mountains nigh.

For in this place, we can find peace,

In a world so vast, and never-ending, at least.