Upon a Mountain

Upon a mountain’s lofty peak, she stands,
A woman, solitary, gazing far,
Where eagles dance with outstretched wings,
Above a valley, bathed in golden stars.

The crisp wind whispers through her hair,
As she, a sentinel, surveys the land,
Her eyes, a mirror of the azure sky,
Reflect the grandeur nature’s brush has planned.

Behold the eagle, regal in its flight,
A symbol of freedom, in grace, it soars,
Against the canvas of the setting sun,
A silhouette in the valley it explores.

Majestic guardian of the boundless sky,
Wings painted with the hues of dusk,
A dance of freedom, a silent cry,
As mountains guard secrets, sublime and musk.

The woman on the lookout, her spirit free,
In quietness, a witness to the tale,
Of mountains, eagles, and the open sea,
A symphony of nature in every inhale.

She stands upon this sacred peak,
Where dreams ascend on Zephyr’s breath,
Her heart, akin to the soaring eagle,
A communion with the wild, a dance with death.

The bald eagle, a symbol of pride and might,
In tandem with the woman, soul alight,
On this mountain, where heaven and earth entwine,
They share a moment, eternal, divine.