A Symphony of Stone

Amongst the clouds, where eagles soar

Lies a world of mystery and lore

Titanic peaks that touch the sky

Guardians of the land, standing high

Their rugged faces weathered by time

Silent sentinels of a forgotten rhyme

They whisper tales of ancient power

Of gods and men, a timeless hour

Their icy breath a chilling call

To all who dare to climb and fall

But those who heed their siren song

Are rewarded with a beauty strong

For on their summits one can find

A peace that fills the soul and mind

A connection to the earth and sky

A moment frozen, flying high

So let us heed the mountains' call

And stand in awe, both big and small

For in their shadows we can see

The beauty of eternity.