Mountain Shadows

High above the world I wander, where eagles soar in quiet grace, a realm where time seems to linger, a solid place against the sky.

Every peak holds ancient secrets, glimpses of earth forged in fire, a history carved in stone, a testament to the storms endured.

I find my spirit in these heights, a freedom that swells like the dawn, as each breath pulls in the wild, a communion with nature’s heart.

• María Pizarro