Blue Mountains

Birds chirp and sing as the sun rises,
Shining, awakening, calling.
Awakened by the bright sun, peering over the blue hills.
The animals come out to play.

The trees flow in the wind like a river
Whispering, howling, whooping 
You can feel the cold water drift through your toes
And the sand grains graze your feet.

A howling wind enters the valley, the trees dance like butterflies.
Swinging, dancing, swaying.
The whispers of trees circle your ears, 
and the cold breeze slowly calms.

The sun lowers beneath the mountains,
Sleeping, relaxing, resting.
Animals scramble and travel into their homes.
The sun goes to hide, and a new day begins.