Snow turns purple
with a sunset
birds fly by
above a mountain mist
clouds fading with night.
Brush shelters animals
growing cold at night,
cliffs become steep
higher you go above the mist
the more you can see.
Close your eyes
listen to the sounds
the birds
the wind
the everlasting breeze.
Sunsets down in the mountains
birds head to bed
night animals come out
to watch again
tor the rising sun.
