The Call of the Mountains

The mountains rise high, with their peaks so bold,

A place of grandeur, that never gets old,

The snow-capped tops, glisten in the sun,

A sight so breathtaking, it's hard to shun.

The call of the mountains, a world so vast,

A place of wonder, that's hard to surpass,

The rivers flow, with a gentle sound,

A place of peace, that's always around.

The mountains are alive, with all their wildlife,

From the grazing deer, to the soaring bird's flight,

The wind whispers, through the trees so tall,

A sight so enchanting, it makes you feel small.

The call of the mountains, a place of dreams,

A place to climb, and to hear the streams,

The clouds drift by, in a lazy grace,

A sight so peaceful, it's hard to replace.

The mountains are a world, so full of life,

A place to explore, and to forget the strife,

The sun sets low, on the distant ridge,

A place of beauty, that's hard to bridge.

The call of the mountains, a world so grand,

A place of magic, that's hard to understand,

The earth touches the sky, with its peaks so high,

A place of wonder, that's always nigh.