Poem about mountains (1)

Mountains rise up to the sky

With grandeur, beauty, majesty high

Their peaks reach to touch the sun

Their rocky cliffs never undone

Their ridges carve the landscape fair

Their valleys whisper secrets rare

Their streams and rivers gently flow

Their meadows paint a rainbow's glow

Mountains stand so strong and tall

Withstanding time and weather's thrall

A home for creatures, great and small

Their essence, nature's finest call

For those who seek adventure grand

The mountains reach out a helping hand

To climb, to hike, to feel alive

Is to soar with eagles, soar and thrive

Oh mountains, you are more than stone

You are the soul of earth alone

With every step I take up high

I'm filled with wonder, joy and pride.