AntonyJoseph
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Granite peaks reach high into the blue,
Standing guard where cold winds gently blow.
They watch the centuries fade out of view,
Wrapped in quiet, timeless sheets of snow.
No hurried steps can shake their grounded stone,
They teach us strength by simply standing tall.
Amidst the height, you're never quite alone,
Just part of something vast that holds it all.
Do you feel grounded when you look toward the mountains?
Standing guard where cold winds gently blow.
They watch the centuries fade out of view,
Wrapped in quiet, timeless sheets of snow.
No hurried steps can shake their grounded stone,
They teach us strength by simply standing tall.
Amidst the height, you're never quite alone,
Just part of something vast that holds it all.
Do you feel grounded when you look toward the mountains?
