The mountains rise like ancient giants, Guardians of secrets, strong and wise; Their peaks caress the azure heavens, In the light that paints the morning skies.
Valleys cradle rivers flowing, Singing songs of timeless grace; Each bend reveals a hidden wonder, In this sacred, hallowed space.
Let the wild embrace your heart, In the stillness, find your way; For in the embrace of nature’s child, You’ll feel at peace and whole today.
- Arthur Rimbaud