Where jagged mountains kiss the sapphire sky
Around a turquoise lake of frozen glass
The sunshine smiles between the angel wisps.
A-waiting to take flight on wings of wind
Upon the surface stroll the lazy beasts
From glaciers old as time they once did roam
The scent of pine trees dances on the breeze
Enveloped in a cloak of evergreen
The birds and ground squirrels chitter in protest
While underfoot coarse gravel softly groans
Beneath a shiv’ring sea of breathless ice
Trespassers shall their welcome not abide
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