Appalachian spring woke by the dawn.
The flowing, gentle, morning comes.
The greenery embowers the colorful field.
She opens her blue eyes.
With her radiance hidden by the mountain high rise.
Land stills, her golden hair ascends,
blankets all.
Casting her shadows, she rises.

Appalachian morning, lead away by the day,
the silvery day.
She kisses the land, chases the dryness away.
Cooling all with her shadows.
She whispers lullabies with her streaming brooks
to the lush little ones lining the banks.
All is soon to tire.

Appalachian evening, calls the day to depart.
Her eyes heavy, her golden hair descends
slowly toward her bed.
Blue fades to gray,
gray slowly fades to black.

Appalachian night, she sleeps rocked
by the rest of night.
Her sweet sleeping countenance softly
glows over land, white as winter snow,
her face is radiant in the night.

I behold such wonder,
she is my love, love to watch her rise,
I love to watch her work,
I love to watch her sleep.
My love so full of life