Mighty sentinels, crowned with snow,
Where eagles dare and wild winds blow,
Mountains rise with silent might,
Guardians of day and keepers of night.
Their peaks touch the canvas of the skies,
A painter’s stroke where heaven lies,
In their embrace, the world seems small,
A tapestry of life, connecting us all.
They stand, unyielding, vast and steep,
In their shadows, secrets keep,
Of ancient earth and time’s own hand,
Carving beauty in the land.
So let us wander, let us roam,
Through mountain paths, our spirits’ home,
And find within their lofty throne,
The quiet strength to call our own.