Poem about mountains (2)

The mountains stand tall and proud,

A sight to see, a sight to shout.

Their peaks reach high into the sky,

And their beauty never says goodbye.

The crags and cliffs are etched with time,

A storybook of weather, winds, and rhyme.

The streams and rivers run below,

A symphony of nature's gentle flow.

The mountain air is crisp and clean,

A refreshing breeze, a dreamlike scene.

The wildlife roams and soars with grace,

In the shadows of this towering place.

For those who seek adventure bold,

The mountains offer tales untold.

With every step, the view expands,

And the soul is filled with wonder, peace, and dance.

So let us climb to the mountaintop,

And bask in the glory of its rock.

For the mountains are more than just stone,

They are the heart of earth, never alone.