Where Mountains Meet Roses and Bees

"Whispers of the Fountain"

Between the peaks where eagles soar,

And forests deep with ancient lore,

A garden blooms with blushing grace,

Where roses climb and trees embrace.

The fountain sings a silver tune,

Its droplets kissed by light of noon.

Around its base, the honey bees

Dance through perfume on a summer breeze.

The mountains guard with silent pride,

Their snowy crowns the sky’s own bride.

While shadows stretch beneath the pines,

And time dissolves in nature’s signs.

No human voice, no clamor loud,

Just peace beneath a velvet cloud.

Here all is still, and yet alive—

A place where dreams and spirits thrive.