My Rocky Mountain High Poem by Ima Ryma

There be a Rocky Mountain High
To be found in Colorado,
Soaring across the clear, blue sky,
Watching the eagles come and go.
And in the night when eagles be
Sleeping within their mountain nest,
The gorgeous starlight shines to me,
As in my sleeping bag I rest
Beside the calm, pure mountain lake,
In solitude of forest 'round.
Such wonders all, nature does make,
And graces me in sight and sound.

All resonates with me inside,
Serenity has been supplied.