Majestic mountains | Poem

The world unfurls in emerald grace,
Where sunbeams paint each hidden space.
A tapestry of vibrant hues,
Kissed by the morning's silver dews.

The whisper soft of wind-swept trees,
A chorus sung by humming bees.
The scent of pine, of damp, cool earth,
A quiet, universal mirth.

Rivers gleam with liquid gold,
Reflecting stories ages old.
Wildflowers bloom in joyful spray,
Where butterflies and insects play.

Majestic mountains touch the sky,
While clouds like dreams drift gently by.
From smallest moss to ancient wood,
A perfect, wild serenity stood.