Ode to the Mountains Oh, lofty giants clad in white,
your peaks pierce the heavens,
a symphony sung by the wind,
a promise of serenity against the blue.

Time twists and bows beneath
your silent watch,
draped in ancient tales,
preserving whispers of storms
that have long since passed.

I wander in your shadow,
a pilgrim on paths of stone,
with every step echoing
the heartbeats of the earth,
a song of permanence and change.

• Ruth Padel