Beneath the vast and azure sky,
The Rocky Mountains rise up high.
Snow-capped peaks in shades of blue,
Stand tall, majestic, and true.
Autumn's touch on trees below,
Leaves of red, orange, and yellow glow.
A forest painted with nature's hand,
A vibrant, colorful, enchanted land.
The crisp air whispers through the pines,
A symphony of nature's signs.
Trails that wind and paths that weave,
Stories that the mountains leave.
In this serene and timeless place,
One finds solace, a gentle grace.
The Rockies, grand and ever bold,
A tale of beauty, forever told.
