Would that I could once more lay my eyes on the golden sunrise of the great west.
To watch again the brilliant opalescence
As it creeps eagerly over the Rocky Mountains,
Caressing the gentle foothills with its early morning kiss.
To glimpse the sparkling droplets of dew clinging desperately,
To the leaves of Spring or the first tender snowflakes drifting towards the hard, frozen ground of Winter.
To stand atop the highest peak as the sun's mighty rays are cast down upon Mother Earth
Nourishing her soil for the fruition of Summer.
Would that I could witness such elegance and grace once more.
I like this, never been there, but it seems inviting. If I could suggest anything, it would be to expand the description beyond the visual. You show a lot in the piece, and I know you mention frozen ground and suns rays, but I don't feel cold or hot in here, I think you could write about sounds heard, fragrences taken in, and some feelings. It would expand the experience and take the reader there to not just see it through your eyes but live the total day through your whole being. Or not. ;-)