Only the air could change away,Leaving great clarity for the day,
We would hike those trails cool with sleep,
High summer leaves many without effect,
Springs only touch has just begun to let,
Alpine flowers kiss the meadows,
Some whites so yellow,
Petals dressed in purples and pinks,
Blues dare too outshine that day,
Wild with colour thus a burst of life,
Many which would leave all to think,
That suns glow has pierced everything,
Its definition awakens all that's beautiful,
Bears slumber no more they'll feed such dear souls,
Huckleberries and salmonberries way down below,
Memories flood back for the beauty persuades,
Visions abound each stride and pace weighed,
We the lovers once for our vigorous figures,
Young-looking fueled erotic inspired wishes,
Our bodies still perfect with amorous kisses,
Smooth beauty for the moonlight,
Ptarmigans among the incline tonight,
Such sweet sounds of woodcocks, quails and pheasants,
Fluttering licks another ethereal presence;
And many a wing beats of wild rock doves,
Send us higher into the mountains with love.
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