A mountain stands in steadfast grace
Its peak untouched by time or place
It watches lives that come and go
The fleeting sparks the ebb and flow
The winds may howl the storms may cry
Yet still it rises toward the sky
Its roots hold firm its spirit strong
A quiet watcher through times long song
Through seasons vast through days unknown
It bears the weight of lives alone
Yet from its stillness wisdom gleams
A patient keeper of human dreams
The mountain whispers soft and true
In solitude it shelters you
For every soul a summit waits
Beyond the valley beyond the gates