Withstanding time

Majestic Peaks, the deserts rise,

Their rugged beauty, wild and grand,

Withstanding time, and weather's ties,

A monument to nature's hand.

The winds do howl, and sand does blow,

As desolate as it may seem,

Yet in its emptiness, there's a glow,

That speaks of freedom, and a dream.

For in these mountains, one can find,

A solace from the world below,

A place where peace and peace of mind,

Can flourish, free from all life's woe.

And as I stand, beneath their peak,

I am reminded of the soul,

Its rugged beauty, strong and meek,

A symbol of life, its role.Majestic peaks, the deserts rise,

Their rugged beauty, wild and grand,

Withstanding time, and weather's ties,

A monument to nature's hand.

The winds do howl, and sand does blow,

As desolate as it may seem,

Yet in its emptiness, there's a glow,

That speaks of freedom, and a dream.

For in these mountains, one can find,

A solace from the world below,

A place where peace and peace of mind,

Can flourish, free from all life's woe.

And as I stand, beneath their peak,

I am reminded of the soul,

Its rugged beauty, strong and meek,

A symbol of life, its role.