The mountain stands tall, Its silhouette against dawn, Where the light breaks golden, And days begin anew.
Every day a canvas, Painted by the sun’s hand, Colors blend and fade, As clouds drift slowly by.
- Vincenzo Cardarelli
The mountain stands tall, Its silhouette against dawn, Where the light breaks golden, And days begin anew.
Every day a canvas, Painted by the sun’s hand, Colors blend and fade, As clouds drift slowly by.