They all sing the blues! - their version of it at least. The meadow grasses merge with the sweet cool breeze coming off the chilly creek - at least their branch of style. The rock’n soft rapids - where the lizards soak in basking boulder sunlight. The rodadendrons and aspens sing their roots with a chipy groove - who knew it would feel so fluid and loose! A trout bouncing around - dancing bugs try’n keep’n from being down the rainbows gullet. Muskrats grab the shores edge try’n to grab some juicy larvae - wiggle and squirm ‘till around the next turn. The birds and the bees start tremblin’ at the knees - let’m shake rattle and roll their hearts out,.. good greif!!