Whispers Of The Peaks

Mountains rise where earth meets sky,

Their peaks like dreams we can’t deny;

Wrapped in clouds in mist they sleep,

Guarding secrets buried deep.

Rivers start from tears they shed,

Through valleys where their stories spread;

Winds sing songs along their faces,

Time moves slow in such a place.

In their shadow, hearts grow still,

Learning strength from silent will;

Through every storm they stand so high

Unmoved under changing sky.