White-tip mountains, majestic, stand tall.
Images of trees, reflections of clouds in blue.
Birds in flight look down to see years gone by,
years still to see.
Leaves of green, brown, yellow and red,
reflect as they float to their winter bed.
Footprints in snow of squirrels and deer.
The rippling of rains as they fall.
Seasons gone by, those still to come.
All of nature is a reflection of time.