Ode to the Mountain

Majestic, immutable, you rise from the earth’s quiet sigh,

Veins of stone pulse beneath a sky that never lies.

Snow‑capped crowns glimmer like thoughts of forgotten gods,

While valleys below whisper of wanderers and odds.

Wind brushes your cliffs in a lover’s soft caress,

Each echo a stanza, each echo a timeless address.

From sunrise’s blush to moon’s silver thread,

You hold the horizon, where dreams are wed.

So let us wander your ridges, let our hearts take flight,

For in every stone you hold a story, a night.