Topaz
HIGH
IN THE SIERRA MOUNTAINS..
THERE'S A LAKE
THAT'S OH SO COLD.
BLUER
THAN THE BLUEST TOPAZ.
OLDER
THAN THE OLDEST GNOME.
SURROUNDED
BY SNOW CAPPED MOUNTAINS.
SHIELDED
FROM THE LONG DAYS SUN.
CARESSED
BY A COOL
AND GENTLE
MORNING BREEZE.
SCENTED
WITH THE
AMBROSIAL FRAGRANCE
OF WILD
MOUNTAIN FLOWERS.
AS THE MORNING SUN
BEGINS TO CLIMB
THE EASTERN SKIES.
IT REACHES
THE NEWEST HEIGHT
NEEDED
TO PEEKS OVER
THE MAJESTIC
MOUNTAIN RIDGE.
SHINING A WARM
AND GENTLE SMILE
ON TO
THE LAKE.
THE BODY OF WATER
SMILES IN RETURN
WITH GLITTERING
LITTLE RIPPLES
FROM THE GENTLE BREEZE
CREATING
A SYMPHONY
OF GOLDEN TONES
ACROSS
THE TOPAZ BLUE WATERS
SURFACE.
GENERATING
A MILLION SMILES
IN CONCERT
SOUNDING
THE ARRIVAL
OF A NEW DAY
WITH A CELEBRATION.
CELEBRATING LIFE...
THE BEAUTY OF NATURE
AND THE BEAUTIFUL VIEW
NATURE BRINGS TO LIFE.
Michael E. Harris
04022022
Copyright © Michael E. Harris | Year Posted 2022
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