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