Givers of life to the earth below,
Wicked and wild and wistfully
Floating with grace and dignity,
Style, and substance.
Objects of wonder and wonderfully
Brilliant, painting the sky with colors
Of gray and white and white and gray,
Giving life to the earth below.

Mountains guarding the river, protecting its life.
Peaks caressing the clouds, they surrender their substance.
Guiding water into a creek, into a stream, into a river.
Far away its shadows fall
Blue and dark and secretly dense,
Giving home and shelter to all
Who drink the river’s sparkling remedy.
Guarding the river, protecting its life.

Profit of the spring
And agent of rebirth,
Sealing the seeds under crystals
Of white water.
Timekeeper of life’s great game
And whistler of the wind’s tune,
A rite of passage
To the rightness of spring.