Elegance Amidst the Misty Peaks

Amidst the scroll of misty peaks and ancient lore,

Where waterfalls serenade the rocky shore,

A figure stands, the epitome of grace,

Her attire a testament to a timeless place.

 

She is the poem the mountains whispered long,

Her hair adorned with flowers, her spirit strong,

In robes that flow like the river's own song,

She is the harmony to which the valleys belong.

 

Behind her, the temples rise with silent might,

Cradled by the cliffs, basked in the soft light,

Her gaze, as serene as the dawn's first blush,

Speaks of tales where the world's hush.

 

The cliffs embrace her, a daughter of their own,

In the painting where nature's beauty is shown,

She is the bridge between heaven and earth's span,

A portrait of the peace before the world began.

 

So, let this image take you to a place divine,

Where elegance stands, in the midst of time,

In this ancient scene, feel the quiet cheer,

Of a world untouched, pure and clear.

Done