Fir-crested top of hill,
glamour of spires,
peaks along the horizon -
skyline which inspire.
In the Ravine,
grow wildflowers on the flanks.
Burdocks are on creek’s banks.
On the prey is falling, Falcon’s hunting beak.
Alder’s leaves yellowish brown,
plants uprooted by the stormy wind
and the talus which fell down –
wilderness charming mint.
Tumbling streams are as a guide,
rock-rimed lakes – hunting dive.
To the sun with a night,
hawks are gliding.