The Mountains

Far in the distance,

Away in the mist,

They held wondrous stance.

So much beauty cannot exist.

Side by side, they stood

Kissed by clouds and snow.

Imagine, if you could,

The wind across the meadow.

Far away,

Still as stone,

Beautiful in such a way

Coyotes howl and moan.

Forever, they will stand

Kissed with snow,

The lovely, steep land

Kissed with sweet Nevada snow.

Seen from down below,

Far away from reality,

From the meadow

In the valley.

There, the wind blows,

Whispering through the trees.

In the mountains, it snows;

In the valley, it cannot freeze.