Dawn comes by the valley
Slow and certain
Yellow glowing arms
Unfurling the blanketing rays
Time urges forth mountains
Poised for a touch of illumination
Warming the pine peaks
Across the mountain’s back
Weaving through green
Soaking the bark
Husky smell of earth rises
Carried upon the morning mist
At last the mountain begrudgingly turns
Showing the sun it’s face
Beautiful in it’s barren
Open to embrace
Colours dance in dusky abandon
Imprinting joyous sorrow
In setting