Rock towers above the tree line,
The balcony of the valley --
A forest, an audience in anticipation
Of an ensemble staged daily.
A waterfall reflects the sunrise,
A marmot scurries and leers,
A bear stands poised to roar
As the wind breaks into cheers!
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The river's course is destined
Through granite and meadow
As a coyote howls from his heart
A love song from Heaven's window.
A trout is released from the catch
As an eagle declares their freedom;
A child shares with her little brother
In the sunlight of God's auditorium.
The crescendo presents a gift
To the inspired and awed,
And by the late afternoon breeze
The quaking aspen applaud!
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Inspired by the beauty of Hope Valley, California. While observing and listening to the aspen quiver in the wind and gentle breeze, it appeared as though they were clapping.
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