The Majesty of the Mountains

The mountains stand tall, with their snow-capped peaks,

A place of majesty, that's hard to critique,

The wind howls, through the rocky terrain,

A sight so grand, it's hard to abstain.

The majesty of the mountains, a world so vast,

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

The eagles soar, in the clear blue sky,

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

The mountains are alive, with all their creatures,

From the smallest rodents, to the largest features,

The bears roam, in the thick forest,

A sight so awe-inspiring, it's hard to digest.

The majesty of the mountains, a place of dreams,

A place to climb, and to hear the streams,

The rocks jut out, in jagged lines,

A sight so raw, it's hard to define.

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 range,

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

The majesty of the mountains, a world so grand,

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

The peaks touch the sky, with their lofty heights,

A place of wonder, that's hard to fight.