God’s beauty,
a wonder,
a secret never told,
vast majestic mountains
in its palace of white gold.
Oh you people in the valley
of the village down below,
roam in silence
always seeking
for the secret never told.
The mist that lightly lingers,
gently staggers wide white fingers,
through a dark collage of mountains
laying to rest upon the snow
to find the secret never told.