Beneath the sky’s unbroken blue,
A silver crown in sunlight grew,
Its ancient slopes, both fierce and kind,
Hold whispers of a glacier’s mind.
The pines stand tall in shadowed grace,
Dark guardians of this hallowed place,
While autumn’s fire, in russet hue,
Spreads warmth where mountain breezes blew.
Clouds drift slow, like thoughts at rest,
Brushing the peak’s untroubled crest,
And time itself seems here to stay,
Where stone and sky keep night at bay.
O Athabasca, vast and free,
You are the hymn eternity sings to me.
