Poem about mountains (3)

The mountains stand tall, steadfast and strong,

Their beauty forever will live on and on.

Their peaks reach towards the sky so high,

A symbol of power that will never die.

Their rocky cliffs, a masterpiece of art,

With valleys and streams that soothe the heart.

The crisp mountain air, a soothing breeze,

Bringing peace and calmness to those who seize.

For those who dare to climb to the top,

The mountain will offer a journey non-stop.

With every step, the view expands and grows,

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

The mountains are more than just stone and rock,

They are a part of nature, a treasure trove.

Their strength and beauty, a source of pride,

A symbol of hope, on which we can rely.

So let us stand in awe of these towering heights,

And be grateful for the gift of such sights.

For the mountains will always be there,

A source of inspiration, a symbol of care.