The mountains rise against the horizon, Majestic, powerful, and still, Their peaks kissed by clouds, Whispers of snow in the sunlight.

I walk among the pines, Their scent clings to my skin, Every step a connection, To the heartbeat of the earth.

Here in this solitude, I find a piece of myself, A reflection in the quiet, Nature cradles me close, In its timeless embrace.

• Richard Wright