The mountains stand solemn, Like guardians of time, Their peaks draped in snow, In a silence so prime.
With echoes of ages, In valleys below, The spirit of nature, Forever will grow.
- Liselotte Aasmäe
The mountains stand solemn, Like guardians of time, Their peaks draped in snow, In a silence so prime.
With echoes of ages, In valleys below, The spirit of nature, Forever will grow.