The mountain tops, so bold and high, Do reach and touch the azure skies; Their rugged form and ancient cliff, Reflect the time, so old, so stiff.

In every stone, in every peak, The stories of the earth do speak; Of ages past and times yet come, A world alive with beating drum.

So let us climb and find our view, To see the world in colors new; For in the heights, the spirit feels, The pulse of life that nature heals.

• Hannah More