Purple mountains rise up

Before me, so sudden.

Miles and miles of no service,

Finally I've reached the payoff.

Only to find it diluted

By the smokes of today.

Newscasters worry,

They talk about the unique color

But what are the fires really doing?

How are they really effecting our mountains?

And I wonder what it would have been

Like to see these monarchs

Before they were swallowed by haze

I wish the few hours of clarity

In the dawn

Would last forever

So everyone could marvel at their beauty.