There are times when the clouds majestic
Loom over the tall alpine slopes
Like heaven's shadows imaged so
The great mountains of earth
They seem like foothills to the clouds
Towering in a range of celestial purity
The billowing contours seem sharp
The visage of heaven where hues
Colours fiery and magnificent
Atop the purple summits below
Let mortal men see God's wonder
A world visible in the imagination
Cloudy contours create contentment
That breaths inspiration of the soul
Soaring amidst colossal peaks and pinnacles