O mighty Mountain, cradle of the deep,
Your walls of stone, where echoes softly, sleep.
Zillion-year rocks carved by time’s flowing hand,
You stand eternal, a balm to this land.
Beneath your rim, the Mountains sing,
A hymn of renewal, its melody brings
The broken, the weary, to rapids that roar,
And Heals the spirit to dream once more.
O river, with currents that twist and wend,
You carry the lost, their hearts to mend.
Guides, like sages, steer through your embrace,
Where shrapnel fades, and hope finds its place.
See the Soldier, once silent, anger his shield,
Now eloquent nature, pain revealed.
Countless days with whispers and might, His
soul rekindled, heart set alight.
O canyon vast, where shadows entwine,
A Pilot finds strength in sacred design.
Through rapids unflipped, her courage renewed,
She rises victorious, life re-pursued.
Your grottoes conceal pools of grace,
Hidden realms where time slows its pace.
Dreams long buried in modern strife.
Are unearthed, reborn, and given new life.
Guides and travelers, their fates align,
In your embrace, under cliffs divine.
Jobs left behind, and vows proclaimed,
In your vast silence, lives are reclaimed.
O ancient rocks, whispering of ages past,
Your sunsets glow, your beauty steadfast.
Not merely of stone, nor merely of stream,
But a tapestry woven from nature’s dream.
Science finds what you’ve always shown:
The Healing of the body, the mending of bone.
Through ions in the air and forest’s breath,
You push back despair; you quiet death.
Even in cities where chaos reigns,
A fountain’s trickle or green domain
Calls back the Soul to its rooted truth:
Nature restores and rekindles youth.
O Mountain, O River, eternal and vast,
May your Healing flow forever.
For in your depths, we find our place,
Not above, but as part of your sacred space.
So let us follow where your waters lead,
Through twists, through turns, through joy and need.
In the Mountain’s embrace, we stand made whole,
A harmony of Body, Heart, and Soul.