Mountains stand in grace, Unmoved by the wind's embrace, Majesty in space.

Rooted deep, they rise, Touching softly clouded skies, Nature's purest guise.

Within their core, might, In their silence, wisdom's light, Standing with their right.

Streams and trees confer, In their presence, sure and pure, Self-worth to infer.

Each stone, each leaf's turn, Speaks of value we must learn, For ourselves, to yearn.

Let your spirit soar, Like the mountains, evermore, Self-esteem to store.

In reflection's pond, See yourself, of which you're fond, To your soul, respond.

Esteem, like peaks, high, In yourself, do not deny, Reach for your own sky.