Mountains stand, resolute, Guardians of the ancient land, Their peaks touch the heavens, Majestic, cloaked in silence.
Nature’s fortress holds, Stories of ages gone by, Whispers of the wind, Echoing in every crevice.
- Władysław Broniewski
Mountains stand, resolute, Guardians of the ancient land, Their peaks touch the heavens, Majestic, cloaked in silence.
Nature’s fortress holds, Stories of ages gone by, Whispers of the wind, Echoing in every crevice.