The Majesty of the Mountains
Where the Peaks Touch the Sky and the Rivers Run Wild
The mountains rise high, with their rocky terrain,
A place of majesty, that's hard to explain,
The peaks touch the sky, with their snowy cap,
A sight so breathtaking, it's hard to unwrap.
The majesty of the mountains, a world so grand,
A place of wonder, that's hard to withstand,
The rivers run wild, in their rapid flow,
A sight so dynamic, it's hard to let go.
The mountains are alive, with all their creatures,
From the smallest critters, to the largest features,
The eagles soar, in the clear blue sky,
A sight so powerful, it's hard to deny.
The majesty of the mountains, a place of dreams,
A place to climb, and to hear the streams,
The sun sets low, on the distant horizon,
A sight so radiant, it's hard to put aside.
The mountains are a world, so full of life,
A place to explore, and to forget the strife,
The wildflowers bloom, in their colorful display,
A sight so delightful, it's hard to stay away.
The majesty of the mountains, a world so vast,
A place of beauty, that's hard to forecast,
The snow-capped peaks, in their majestic view,
A place of wonder, that's hard to construe.
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