The Majesty of the Mountains

The majesty of the mountains,

so grand and tall and free,

with peaks that touch the sky,

and valleys deep as the sea.

Their ancient faces bear the scars

of time and wind and rain,

and yet they stand unyielding,

majestic in their domain.

Their snow-capped crowns gleam bright,

in the early morning light,

and as the sun sets in the west,

they blush with colors bright.

They call to us with voices pure,

inviting us to climb,

to leave the world below us,

and touch the face of time.

Their secrets are locked deep within,

their mysteries untold,

and yet we sense their power,

as we stand in awe, behold.

The majesty of the mountains,

will forever reign supreme,

a symbol of the beauty,

and power of nature's dream.