Cascade Tahoe Blue

Whispers ride the mountain breeze,
Across the pines, through ancient trees,
Where waters kiss the sky’s clear hue,
In shades of deep, eternal blue.

Cascade Tahoe, crystal bright,
Mirrors dawn and swallows light,
Each ripple sings, each current knows,
The secret heart where wildness flows.

Pristine depths, serene and wide,
Nature’s wonder, mountain’s pride—
A sapphire gem, forever true,
Cradled in the Earth’s soft blue.