Driving along Highway 2 towards Sabana Grande,
you reach a height on the road where you can see
Mount Urayoán in the background of the town.
The mountain rises muscular, and you can see
a cloud dancing,
like a mysterious veil draping the mountain.
At night, the trees whisper their secrets to the wind,
and he reveals them in the morning.
The shadows play silently deep within,
weaving a mystical atmosphere in the air.
Every leaf, every branch, whispers an invitation
to explore its intimacy.
The moon, full to the brim, illuminates paths
through the moonlit night.
In its light, the mountain feels secure,
though in the morning it fades
when the sun bursts with its golden light,
gently awakening the mountain.
The birds rise and the day fills with life.