The Mountain Vista
Mountain ranges all blurry
peeking through the mist
The sun is still rising
as it does the mist disperses
Showing us crevasses
faint wandering paths
near to steep ravines
trees dotted around
A quiet magical time
follows the dawn
deer appear to drink
the eagle swoops
Every where a surprise
snowdrops nestling
in a patch of snow
startling in their beauty
Loud raucous sounds
from the nesting crows
splendid ancient trees
by the winding path
High up is the summit
we toil to reach it
resting awhile to drink
in our surrounds
At last we are there
and it was worth it
at our feet valleys
full of wild flowers
All around pure magic
the vista so fresh
its images so sharp
here is an unspoilt place
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