The Majesty of the Mountains
Where the Earth Touches the Sky
The mountains rise up, with their jagged peaks,
A world of majesty, that nature speaks,
The earth touches the sky, with such grace,
A sight so breathtaking, it's hard to erase.
The mountains stand tall, with their snow-capped peaks,
A world of wonder, that leaves us weak,
The wind whistles through, with a haunting sound,
A place so serene, it's sure to astound.
The majesty of the mountains, a world so grand,
A place to find yourself, and to take a stand,
The rocks jut out, like a fortress wall,
A sight so powerful, it can enthrall.
The mountains are alive, with their own rhythm,
A world of beauty, that's hard to fathom,
The clouds roll in, and the sky turns grey,
A place so mystical, it's hard to convey.
The majesty of the mountains, a world so vast,
A place to explore, and to make it last,
The snow glimmers, in the early light,
A sight so pure, it's a true delight.
The mountains are a symbol, of strength and might,
A world of wonder, that's sure to ignite,
The majesty of the mountains, a sight to behold,
A place so grand, it never grows old.
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