Where the Tetons rise with rugged grace,
A trail winds through a forest bright,
With leaves ablaze in golden light.
The mountains loom, a purple haze,
Their peaks aglow in sun's blaze,
While aspen trees with trunks so white,
Stand tall against the light.
The air is crisp, the sky so clear,
Nature's beauty draws us near,
In Grand Teton, where wonders lie,
Beneath the vast Wyoming sky.
