Through valleys deep where shadows cling and stay,
A mountain looms, its peak a daunting sight,
Its granite heart defies the sun’s warm rays,
A testament to nature’s boundless might.
Yet faith, a whisper-soft, begins to stir,
A seed of trust within the soul takes root,
It speaks to stone, unyielding as it were,
And bids the crags dissolve beneath its suit.
No hammer falls, no chisel carves the way,
But belief alone unwinds the ancient hold,
The ridge retreats, the summit fades to gray,
A miracle in quiet strength retold.
So faith, with gentle force, remakes the land,
And moves the world with an unseen hand.