Upon a crag where silence hums,
A single tree, unbowed, becomes
The keeper of the wind and light,
Rooted firm on mountain height.
No paths intrude, no roads descend,
Just quiet strength that does not bend.
It watches time in granite folds,
While nature’s tale, in stillness, holds.
The sky leans close with softened grace,
To whisper myths this peak must face.
And in that hush, the tree stands tall—
One soul alone, yet part of all.
