The river chills
and dances
from the newly mountain
melted snow,
the new rising rhythm
in it\'s waters
has it
on the go
Filling it\'s banks
with riches
to overflow,
rising to greet
the new spring green grass
nurturing it to grow
I stare in ah
and wonder
a gapping mouth
sight,
at the snow-capped mountain\'s
beauty
and height
The fluffy white clouds
near the mountain tops,
beautiful white clouds
without any
raindrops
The sun\'s rays piercing
through small holes
in the clouds,
where all but
near
the tops of the mountain
the clouds
enshrouds
I wish I were
a master painter
for this beautiful
sight,
to capture reflections
of real beauty
from the sun\'s
burning light