A sunny day in June, the air clear and pure,
A summit cross on the Siplinger Kopf, a sign made of stone.
At 1746 metres, in the heart of the Allgäu Alps,
It rises proudly where heaven and earth merge.
The cross, a silent sentinel, rests on a steep ridge,
Framed by green meadows, where beauty has no measure.
The sun's rays dance on the wood so old,
Giving it a glow, warm and gently kindled.
The view sweeps into the distance, over valleys and rocks,
The world seems wide and boundless, a peaceful, pure existence.
In the Allgäu, Bavaria's pride, the heart rests so lightly,
The sky is blue, the clouds are soft, like dreams that are handed to you.
A photo captures the moment, a window into time,
The beauty of this height, a silent, pure dress.
The green of the meadows glows, the blue of the sky is clear,
The mountains draw shadows, a silent, wide year.
The summit and the cross, they tell without words,
Of hikers and dreams, of a faraway place.
Up here, where the soul soars in freedom,
You can feel the power of the mountains, the life that weaves here.
A sunny day in June, captured in a picture,
A summit cross on the Siplinger Kopf, the world is quiet and mild.
The Allgäu Alps whisper of eternity and glory,
A photo as a reminder of this day's blossom.
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