There is a place,

where towering grey peaks,

and rust redwoods rooted through rock,

spike out of the ground,

underneath clear blue skies,

white snow coats the parched ground,

Where birds sing their tune,

nearby incredibly powerful streams fly off mountaintops,

sunlight meets the stream and reflects itself

lakes filled with flamboyant fish,

curvaceous slopes and swaying trees,

mirrored against the water.

Where wildlife faces humanity,

white tailed deer group together and roam,

Where a mother bear and her cubs explore the forests.

“Where is this you ask?”

“Well only the peaceful Yosemite National Park.”