**A Journey Through the Mountains**
Beneath the whispering pines I tread,
Where ancient echoes dance in my head.
The air, crisp and cool, stirs the soul awake,
Each step a promise, each breath a break.
Granite giants rise, cloaked in mist,
Their secrets held close, a tempting tryst.
Streams laugh and tumble, silver threads of light,
Carving through valleys, a shimmering sight.
The path winds upward, steep and steeped in time,
Each curve a challenge, each climb a rhyme.
Sunlight dapples through branches overhead,
Painting my journey with hues of gold and red.
In silence profound, I find my way,
The heart of the mountains, where shadows play.
With every heartbeat, I feel the earth's pulse,
In the cradle of nature, my worries repulse.
At the summit, a view that steals the breath,
Horizons stretch wide, a dance with death.
Here, at the edge where the world falls away,
I stand with the winds, in the heart of the day.
With gratitude whispered to the sky so vast,
I savor the moment, this journey steadfast.
For in the mountains, I've found my song,
A testament to nature, where I belong.