From the north to south the valley held the horizon
The witness walked through the display of nature
He'd heard a name called, as wind had called him
A cold from outside faded, his mind was now afire
As he dreamed painted images, vista so beautiful
And on this peak and ridge, the mountain spanned
In this dark, they seemed to illustrate an artwork
The shadows and moonlight shared nature's hand
They, stunning, could sing of a sort of perfection
