Ode to Mount Agung

In the heart of Bali, proud and grand,
Mount Agung rises, a sentinel of the land.
Veiled in mist, a titan of stone,
Guardian of secrets, where spirits have grown.

With a crown of clouds, it touches the sky,
Whispers of ancestors in the winds that sigh.
A canvas of green, with valleys that weave,
A picture painted where dreams take leave.

From dawn’s first light to the twilight’s embrace,
Your slopes tell stories of time and of place.
The farmers toil in your fertile embrace,
Drawing life from your bosom, a sacred grace.

Oh, Agung! You tower, a beacon of lore,
In your shadow, the temples stand evermore.
Besakih, the Mother, reaches for your peak,
In prayers and offerings, the faithful seek.

Through seasons you change, a dance of the earth,
In your silent strength, there is boundless worth.
When clouds gather thick and the thunder rolls near,
You remind us of power, of nature we fear.

Yet in your stillness, a peace we can find,
A refuge for hearts, a balm for the mind.
The rivers that flow from your crystalline streams,
Nurture the valleys, fulfill all their dreams.

As the sun sets low, casting hues of gold,
You stand as a witness to stories untold.
The stars twinkle softly, a blanket of light,
Over your majesty, through the depths of the night.

In the dance of the flames, the offerings rise,
Smoke spirals gently, like prayers to the skies.
For you are the heart of this island’s embrace,
A symbol of life, of beauty, of grace.

So here’s to Mount Agung, steadfast and true,
A monument timeless, forever anew.
In every sunset, in each morning’s glow,
Your spirit endures, in the ebb and the flow.