The mountains rise, with a majesty so grand,
Their peaks stretch high, like an outstretched hand.
Their crags are sharp, like a warrior's sword,
As they stand against the sky, so strong and assured.
The mountain's beauty is timeless, like a treasure to behold,
A reminder of the power, that nature's story has told.
And as I stand in their shadow, feeling so small,
I'm reminded of the wonders, that awaits us all.
