Atop the craggy alpine throne,

Here stands the mountain, stark and alone.

In its heights, as an old monarch, he reigns,

A silent guardian of these lofty domains.
Heart of earth, born of stone,

In a skyward kingdom, it stood alone.

Until came a friend, with hooves sure and deft,
Living life on the brink, in the clefts' airy heft.
Over realms wild, untamed, unbowed.
Early sun cutting through the morning's misty shroud,

Sovereign of silence, of the snow-kissed peaks,
Where the wind carves epics, and the summit speaks.
No court, no jesters, just the wild's embrace,
Their story's told are told in a silent sacred space.

Together they stand, fierce and unbowed,

The beast and the peak, in their solitude proud.
In the hush of the heights, where legends roam,
The spirit of the alpine, their shared home.

A testament to the wild, hearts unfurled,

The ram, the rock, the rulers of an older world.
In silent accord, they thrive, the monarchs of high
​The mountain and ram, beneath the vast alpine sky