**Mountains and Landscapes**
Grand pinnacles that touch the skies,
In mists and fog, their mysteries lie,
A tough beauty, a transcending structure,
Through sunlit days and seething tempest.
Every mountain stands, a quiet gatekeeper,
With edges profound, and faces scarred,
In tones of green, and shades of dim,
Cut by time and night and day.
Valleys wide with streams stream,
Where breezes cool and grasses develop,
What’s more, blossoms sprout, a rug splendid,
A living embroidery of light.
The woodlands thick, with shadows cast,
By trees that recount ages past,
A secret world in leaves and pine,
Where roots are old, and powers of fate arrange in perfect order.
As nightfalls wrap the tops in gold,
The mountains’ solidarity is quiet and strong,
While moonlight falls in silver streams,
Also, lights the world with calm dreams.
From cold covers to abandon sands,
In delicate slants or rugged terrains,
Each scene talks, a story told,
Of nature’s magnificence, wild and striking.
Mountains rise, so wild and free,
In scenes huge, forever,
They call to us, a voice significant,
A bond with earth, perpetually bound.
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