Iran Peaks

Iran, you lift from desert to snow in one long look, Like a landscape drawn from a traveler’s book. High ridgelines where the clouds drift thin, And the day starts over when you climb again. Iran peaks bright, clear, high, Mountains holding up the sky. From cool stone shade to sunlit heat, Every road feels calm beneath my feet. Alborz range in a blue-gray line, Damavand standing sharp and fine. Caspian coast with its forest green, Then salt-flat light like you’ve never seen. Iran peaks bright, clear, high, Mountains holding up the sky. From cool stone shade to sunlit heat, Every road feels calm beneath my feet. Lut Desert glowing at golden hour, Wind-made shapes with a quiet power. Persian Gulf coastline warm, bright view, Where the water turns every day brand new. Iran peaks bright, clear, high, A million horizons passing by. I came for views, I stayed for the way The land teaches time to slow and stay.