Whispers of the Soul

Wilderness

In the Heart of the Mountains

In the heart of the mountains, where the eagles dare soar,
Majestic peaks rise high, a silent, ancient lore.
Granite giants stand proud, kissed by the sun's embrace,
Their crags and cliffs etched deeply with time's quiet grace.

Beneath a vast canvas, painted in hues of blue,
The sky wraps around me, endless, pure, and true.
With every step upward, the world below fades,
As I breathe in the whispers of the cool mountain glades.

Each summit a promise, a challenge to climb,
Inviting the spirit to dance with the sublime.
The air, crisp and clear, fills my lungs with delight,
As I stand on the edge of a breathtaking height.

From this lofty perch, the valleys unfold,
A tapestry woven in greens and in golds.
Rivers like silver ribbons thread through the land,
While forests spread wide, a vast, gentle hand.

In this moment of stillness, a humbling embrace,
I feel both so small and yet part of this space.
The mountains, eternal, hold stories untold,
Guardians of secrets, both timid and bold.

The shadows grow long as the sun starts to sink,
Painting the heavens in colors that blink.
Crimson and amber, they dance in the sky,
A farewell to daylight, a soft, whispered sigh.

With heart full of wonder and eyes open wide,
I stand in the presence of nature's great pride.
In the heart of the mountains, I find my own worth,
A fleeting connection to the spirit of Earth.

And as twilight descends, the stars start to gleam,
I carry this magic, this wild, woven dream.
For in the embrace of these grand, silent spires,
I discover my place amid nature's own fires.