From the north to south the valley held the horizon
The witness walked through the display of nature
He'd heard his name called, wind had called him
The cold of outside faded, his mind was now afire
As he dreamed painted images, vista so beautiful
Upon this peak and ridge, the mountain spanned
In the dark, they seemed to illustrate an artwork
The shadows and moonlight shared nature's hand
They are stunning, singing of a sort of perfection
Nothing humans could accomplish could rival it
Wind spoke to him, in a tongue he did not know
He bowed before the power before walking again
