In the Eternal Heights

On eternal heights, majestic it rises,

The immutable mountain, with its beauty embraces,

Where heaven and earth, in embrace intertwine,

And nature in her splendor entwines.

Its craggy peaks touch the firmament,

Witnesses of millennia, silence and wind,

Guardians of secrets, in every corner I feel,

The ancestral heartbeat of this monument.

Under the blanket of snow, in winter it is covered,

A world of whiteness, where the cold discovers,

The strength of life that underlies it,

In constant struggle, in harmony entwined.

In spring emerges, a tapestry of colors,

Flowers and shades, in a thousand scents,

The melt water, in streams it flows,

Singing its song, in dreamy melodies.

Summer painted in lush green,

Forests and meadows in vibrant dance,

The sun caresses, with radiant hands,

And the sky is tinged with bright blues.

Autumn comes later, with golden leaves,

The mountain dresses in shades of flame,

The wind whispers, hushed stories,

Of ages past, in their memory engraved.

On the heights the echo of time is heard,

An ancestral whisper, a slow sigh,

The mountain in its grandeur, a monument,

To the serene force of the universe, a breath.

The climbers defy its grandeur,

With courage and passion, in every feat,

Conquering summits, in mischievous struggle,

Man and mountain, in confessed dance.

In every corner of this earthly Eden,

The mountain speaks to us in a universal language,

Of greatness and humility, a testimonial,

Of life in its essence, a celestial gift.

In the eternal heights, I lose myself and I find myself,

In the mountain finding a treasure within,

Where time stands still, in a tender instant,

And my soul soars, in this eternal dream.