High Country Vale

Lush vales wedged between rolling foot hills rugged mountain streams course through ancient vales; water rapids breach rocks down on the dells, vagrant pools wander out through worn edges. Vivid odors punctuate water veins, ripe with fertile grass, fruit and berry bogs. Pristine secluded swamps, log aquilines echoing native sounds, murmuring frogs. Katydids call out a lusty affair, as dusk settles to a vibrating night. Fireflies flicker perfuming the air; wild eyes reflecting moon lit flight.