Dusty rose and orange gold when daybreaks;
And burnished reds and mauve at setting sun.
The mountains in shades of beauty awakes;
And retires to the same when day is done.
The mountains are massed in riotous blooms,
While sometimes obscured by lemony clouds,
As heady scents drift all the afternoons,
And into nights, appearing in dark shrouds.
Now and then crowned by such lovely rainbows,
Before birds sing to the warm lilac nights,
So still in dreams of June's golden yellows,
With its humming life, and butterfly flights!
Daytime and nighttime bring endless beauty,
Through sunlit mountains hued so profusely.