Writers 
High above the earth they rise,
With rocky crowns that touch the skies.
They stand so firm, so tall, so grand,
Like silent guardians of the land.
The mountains watch the valleys below,
Where gentle rivers quietly flow.
Their mighty slopes, both wide and steep,
Hold ancient secrets buried deep.
In the morning, when the sun appears,
Golden light touches their highest tiers.
The clouds gather around their face,
Painting the peaks with heavenly grace.
Some mountains wear a coat of snow,
Glittering brightly far below.
Others are covered with trees so green,
The most beautiful sight ever seen.
When strong winds blow across the land,
The mountains firmly take their stand.
When heavy storms begin to roar,
They remain as steady as before.
Birds fly freely around their height,
While eagles soar in morning light.
Small streams begin their journey there,
Moving gently through the mountain air.
Many travelers climb their side,
With courage filling them with pride.
Though every step may seem so hard,
The breathtaking view becomes their reward.
The mountains teach us to be strong,
To keep moving when the road feels long.
They show that greatness takes its time,
And reaching the top requires a climb.
At sunset, they turn red and gold,
Looking magnificent, proud, and bold.
And when the stars appear at night,
Their darkened peaks remain in sight.
O mighty mountains, strong and free,
You are a masterpiece of nature’s beauty.
You teach us courage, strength, and grace,
And give the earth a wondrous face.
So let the mountains proudly stand,
Watching over sea and land.
For through the years, both old and new,
Their timeless beauty will remain in view.
