Maloja

Nestled amidst the mountains cold
beneath an ageless sky, 
where rolling hills meet ancient woods, 
where darkness goes swiftly by.

There you'll find an eternal spring, 
the well which won't run dry,
fed by waters pure and true, 
where sunlight lifts the morning dew.

In these sacred lands of old
our spirit finds the way,
to lift our gaze to the mountain top. 
To see this place anew.