The Rockies sing to us at sunrise when crystal snow-capped peaks chant iridescent matins to the dawn, the dawn of a fresh new mountain day.
Luminous pastel clouds hover across the horizon painting the hills and valleys below in mysterial shades of lavendar, amber and rose.
The Rockies sing to us at daybreak when every crest and vale unites in raising anthems to the dawn, The dawn of a bright new mountain morn.
Forests and fields awaken. A bull elk grazes by an alpine lake. An eagle soars through the morning mist over rainbows of Indian paintbrush. A hilltop lake spills over its rim and cascades down the ***** etching serpentine streams in the valley below.
We can hear the mountains singing. In every creature, ridge and flower They bring to us their jublilant songs of wilderness, wildlife and wonder .
We can hear the Rockies singing. The mountains sing forever!
Included in Unity Tree - Collected poems pub. CreateSpace - Amazon.com