In the Mountains The mountains lift their heads so high,
They touch the clouds with snow;
Beneath their peaks, the valleys sigh,
With rivers that gently flow.

The pine trees stand so strong and proud,
They whisper to the brook;
In quiet woods, the night is loud,
A song from nature’s book.

The stars at night, they twinkle bright,
As if they know the way;
In the mountains, dreams take flight,
To greet the coming day.

• Robert Louis Stevenson