Within the mountain’s rocky heart, Amidst its silent stone, The echoes of the ages start, In crevices alone.
Each boulder tells a tale of old, Of glaciers, winds, and rain, In every ridge, a story bold, In nature’s vast domain.
- Ragnar Knutson
Within the mountain’s rocky heart, Amidst its silent stone, The echoes of the ages start, In crevices alone.
Each boulder tells a tale of old, Of glaciers, winds, and rain, In every ridge, a story bold, In nature’s vast domain.