A glimpse of the golden mountain,
And you know they are here,
A short time it will be,
Before they move on to there

They raise the curtains,
For the sleeping land under the blanket,
For a snapshot of frozen time,
For the nature perfectly set

It is the extremity where the beauty lies,
It is the mountains so wild,
Reflect the strength a mortal,
Who survives the nature not mild

As they leave the land to move ahead
They set the stage
For the glorious dancers
Draped in green, red, violet as they fade

The land of beauty
The land of extremity
The land of wilderness
Is worth the sight

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