Mountains of Morn

They stand proud and high

As if they reach right up to the sky

Their peaks covered with all year round snow

Though it melts in the Sun, it is very slow

See the marks where Angels ski

Out of sight of you and me

Those large footprints left behind

By an animal of some kind

Could it be from a Yeti, a mysterious Fable

Who people have tried to find when they have been able

But the Mountains are mysterious places

All shapes and sizes, some resembling faces

And the streams that start from their springs on high

Trundle downward, gathering pace when on the fly

As the water flows and winds it’s merry way down to the valley below

Being a mixture of Rain and melting Snow

But the Mountains will always remain aloof

As they watch the scene, just living proof

The early morning, a great time to catch the picture

Of Mountains, Snow, running Stream, a piece of nature’s own made mixture