In The Valley Beautiful

The quiet knows me best

When the sun has just waved to the hills

And the bunnies are still huddled tight together

It is best not to speak before high noon

Before the dark side of the mountains are lit

You should not rouse them

And when the west wakes

The lily fields sing a song

To greet their stirring creatures

Still sleepy from the dew

Oh what a basin to behold

The valley is truly

Beautiful