Sunset melody

Where ancient peaks pierce skies so blue,

The mountains stand, forever true.

Their rugged majesty, a sight to see,

Whispering tales of eternity.

​Through verdant forests, deep and wide,

Cool springs cascade, where secrets hide.

Their gentle murmur, soft and low,

A melody where wild things grow.

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​Oh, the mountain calls, the spirit sings,

With forest deep and crystal springs!

The sky is bright, the sun descends,

Nature's pure joy that never ends!

​Above, the azure sky expands,

A painter's canvas, held in hands

Of clouds that drift, in silent grace,

Reflecting light in time and space.

​Then, as the day begins to fade,

A breathtaking, golden parade.

The sunset paints each mountain high,

With fiery hues across the sky.

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​Oh, the mountain calls, the spirit sings,

With forest deep and crystal springs!

The sky is bright, the sun descends,

Nature's pure joy that never ends!