The Silent Giants

Up high where the clouds caress,

The mountains stand in silent grace,

Their shadows long, their peaks a test,

To conquerors seeking solace.

Each ridge a path, each peak a throne,

Where eagles soar and spirits roam,

The echoes of time, the whispers known,

In these ancient walls of stone.

Beneath the stars, their silent whispers,

Recount the tales of forgotten days,

Of heroes bold and daring whispers,

Who walked these paths in ancient ways.

The songs of rivers, the dances of trees,

The mountains sing of mysteries untold,

Their quiet power, their silent breeze,

A legacy for all to behold.

So hush now, listen, feel the awe,

Of the silent giants standing tall,

In their embrace, find peace and awe,

In the mountains, find your all.