The different shapes of white and hasty clouds
Are letting see the blue and shiny sky
Just here and there and only for a bit
To show the sun is up and lights the day.
We see the rocky mountains spread around
With green and scattered spots all over them
That are from lonely trees among the stones
Like spears raised from the forest to the top.
Few groups of houses sit below apart
And let the wide and green fields fill the sight
With red and blue and yellow stains about
From warmly colored flowers on the ground.
A noisy, cold and dark blue stream aside
Is making way through wet and rounded stones
With falling water making white foam there
And sending cool and moisten air throughout.