Rocky Mountains

Winter was over, the snow melted fast, Fir, pines and cedars grew low near the ground, Now rarely a bout of rain would fall past. There beneath wet lush terrain, cones were found. Water fell below, becoming a rill. A water song running over harsh rocks, Jays and finches flying over the hill. Night Hutch and hawks flew overhead in flocks We stopped near a licenced large lake nearby, She knew her hobby and caught a large bass, Awesome were her eyes that lit like the sky. How lovely was the lake resembling glass! The fog high above dissipated fast, We went to a cabin to cook the fish Birds played around, eating tasty repast. So did we with wine and a tasty dish.