In twilight's tender, fading light
The mountain stands in silence might
Its shadows cast a somber hue
A spirit ancient, wise, and true

Beneath the sky of dusky gray
The whispering winds of yesterday
Recall the echoes long since gone
Of songs unsung, of dreams withdrawn

A lone pine clings to rugged stone
Its needles weep in muted tones
The streams that once laughed wild and free
Now murmur tales of memory

The spirit of the mountain sighs
A dirge beneath the starlit skies
A reminder to fleeting years
To joy once known, now turned to tears

Oh, silent sentinel of night
You keep the secrets of the light
In your embrace, we come to see
The fragile waltz of destiny

The mist entwines in cold embrace
Caressing every weathered face
It speaks of love and loss profound
In every breeze, in every sound