May 12, 2003
When I think of mountains,
I think of snow.
When I think of snow,
I think about birds migrating high and low.
When I smell the essence of our mountains,
I think of the sweet fragrance of grass,
and the fresh scent of our ponds filled with water,
reflecting the trees, like glass.
When I finally gazed at the breath-taking sight,
I saw bright, heavenly light,
shining upon our majestic mountains.