The Towering Dreams of Brave Men
The Sun rises in a flash of enthusiasm,
as birds flock in delicate swirls.
The lake lets loose its solemn mists,
to enchant the finely dressed trees.
It's springtime in the Rockies,
with its tumultuous pantheon.
Those towering Majestics,
that burst with excitement.
The train of moving images,
signing Gods greatest works.
The tell of beautiful obelisks,
that rule the attending fields.
and whose shadows point,
to the path of potentialities.
Where brave men stand...
with their Towering Dreams!
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