The Silent Mountain

High above where eagles soar, The mountain stands forevermore. Its peaks touch clouds, its roots the earth, A place of timeless, endless worth. The wind howls loud, yet all is still, A silence deep, a peaceful thrill. The rocks have watched a thousand years, Through sunlit days and stormy tears. No words are spoken, yet all is heard, In nature’s quiet, silent word. The mountain stands, unmoved, alone, A sentinel carved from ancient stone.