Wreathed in mist
Her mountain tops
So blue against the setting
Sun, arboreal leaves hidden
By the dappled shade
That shifts across
The valley slopes
Shimmering under
Its wilting gaze
In the final hours
Of the day
By Ian Garrabrant
Wreathed in mist
Her mountain tops
So blue against the setting
Sun, arboreal leaves hidden
By the dappled shade
That shifts across
The valley slopes
Shimmering under
Its wilting gaze
In the final hours
Of the day