Upon the mountain the morning dew sinks.

The water droplets come together and form new links.

The barely risen sun creates a purple cow ghost

it wonders around and feeds near the post

As the light hits the water it creates angel falls

Rainbows and sparkles- they dance and they crawl

The starved rock hydrates before the heat takes over

Beside it are drenched leaves, grass and clover

When it finally hits seven the morning shines bright

making blood orange shadows and a river of white