Yose-"mighty"

It's where the mountains kiss the clouds,
And the trees stand tall and proud.
We can see the rushing falls,
And hear the little songbirds' calls,
Where there's enough chill to cause a shiver,
White lapping waves create the river.
Where we can see blossoms of snow,
Rest upon leaves wherever we go.
And the mist crawls across the streets,
As billowing waves between our feet.
Where you can discover many a trail,
Catch a few raindrops, a bit of the hail.
Where the rocks stand sharp; straight and stiff,
To form the highest and grandest cliffs.
Where you listen to country in the car,
And you can see green wherever you are...
It's one of Nature's most beautiful cities,
Oh! The splendours of Yosemite.