Through the canyon, breezes sway

Tall oak trees of shaded sun

Butterflies flit and play

Creek gurgles harmony into one

Short before the birth of Spring

Not far from view a Robin sings

Trees waving limbs, bid sunshine stay

Peacefully drowsy, late winter day

Sanctuary in mounts green brush

Meadows whisper tranquil hush

Up from the valley wind does rush

My soul awakened, refreshed by creation

Rare beauty before my eyes behold

Beyond a maiden fair, ten-fold

God surely favors His wondrous art

Thus glides my being, a soaring heart

Atop the mountain plush hills wisped

Strong air wall, clean and crisp

Voyaging eagles circle and dive

Perfection in flight, these masters thrive

As gusts strike sage, bowing grass on hillside

Ushered clouds move in like high tide

Heavens opaque, braided white ribbon blue 

Bristled limbs grasp at wind

The eagles range through canyon pass

Jasmine breeze o’er rills caress

Reflecting back the sky as liquid glass

Beyond the earth’s green dimpled hills

Merging luminous clouds from the sea

Their specters vast in canyons fill

Bright clouds overhead, daylight has fled

Upon the vista their shadows decree

No promise of rain, sun will refrain

Seeds break soil in droplets of dew

So waves the grain in wind from the plain

Timeless land under heaven’s blue veil