Sweet perfumes of the mountains still,
A fragrance carried by the breeze at will.
In the whispering pines and flowers bright,
Nature's scents weave a tranquil delight.

Amidst the peaks where eagles soar,
Where rivers rush and cascades roar,
The mountain's essence fills the air,
A symphony of scents, beyond compare.

Each bloom releases its fragrant tale,
In the highland's serenity, where perfumes prevail.
The aroma of pine, of earth and dew,
Blend in harmony, a mountainous brew.

The sweet perfume of wildflower's bloom,
Lingers in the meadows' gentle exhume.
It whispers secrets in the alpine air,
Aromatic whispers, beyond compare.

In the mountain's embrace, where tranquility thrills,
The sweet perfumes linger, as time stands still.
With every breeze, a fragrant spill,
The mountains' essence, serene and still.

So let the perfumes of mountains' grace,
Enchant our senses, in their tranquil space.
For in their scents, a beauty instills,
Sweet perfumes of the mountains, tranquil and still.