Verse 1 In mountains deep, where silence sleeps, A gentle breeze, its secret keeps. Through ancient eaves, a soft delight, The temple chimes, in pale moonlight. They whisper tales of peace untold, A tranquil solace, brave and bold. Verse 2 Then from within, a solemn grace, Monks chant their prayers, in hallowed space. Their voices low, a steady hum, As weary souls to quiet come. And now and then, a feathered friend, A birdsong sweet, without an end. Verse 3 This sacred scene, a painted dream, Beside a softly flowing stream. Each gentle chime, each whispered word, A melody, profoundly heard. A quiet balm, for heart and mind, True peace and solace, here we find. ### Verse 1 In mountains deep, where silence sleeps, A gentle breeze, its secret keeps. Through ancient eaves, a soft delight, The temple chimes, in pale moonlight. They whisper tales of peace untold, A tranquil solace, brave and bold. ### Verse 2 Then from within, a solemn grace, Monks chant their prayers, in hallowed space. Their voices low, a steady hum, As weary souls to quiet come. And now and then, a feathered friend, A birdsong sweet, without an end. ### Verse 3 This sacred scene, a painted dream, Beside a softly flowing stream. Each gentle chime, each whispered word, A melody, profoundly heard. A quiet balm, for heart and mind, True peace and solace, here we find. ### Outro And as the day begins to fade, A gentle hush, a silent serenade. The mountain sleeps, the temple rests, Our weary souls, now truly blessed. With peace profound, we turn and go, A quiet echo, soft and low. Until we meet, this sacred ground, Where inner peace is always found.
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