Throughout the gorgeous valley of Yosemite,Upon the surface of its towering, granite mountains,Among the thunderous waterfalls is where my heart yearns to be. Inside of every treacherous, dark cave,In the silent depths of every forest,From within comes the sound of tranquility. Across the pristine surface of Mirror Lake,By a doe drinking from the Merced River,Near a squirrel as it sleeps through winter is where calmness can be found.