In the land of Argentina, where mountains stand so proud and tall,There's a White Queen named Aconcagua ruling them all.
They go on a journey, a special kind of quest,To climb her slopes, putting their skills to the test.
Jealous
of Aconcagua, shining so bright,They hid their resentment out of sight.
The wind, a messenger strong and free Carried the tale, through land and sea.
Aconcagua, wise and calm, heard the breeze and decided to bring the mountains at ease.
Calling the other mountains in a magical ring, Aconcagua aimed to heal everything.
In a special meeting, among mountains so high,They shared their feelings to the blue blue sky.
But the white Queen, with words so fair, Shared wise words that all mountains bear.
"We're all part of this land so big and green, Mountains are siblings, a family complete.”
The vigilant condor, a symbol of protection, flew on top of the mountain and joined the celebration. It spread its wings wide, soaring in delight, Circling the mountains in a majestic and beautiful flight
Aconcagua smiled, her snowy peaks gleaming, As the llamas joined in, their spirits beaming.
So, in a far away place, so vast, and so wide, Mountains stood together, side by side. Aconcagua's grace, like a magical sign, United the peaks, in harmony, now they shine. .