Glass is the water,

Morning sun skipping across

A perfect picture.

Color fills the sky

Settling over the earth,

All coming to life.

The air suspended,

Quenching the thirst of my lungs,

Hangs crisp, crystal clear.

A statue I stand

Beside the bank of beauty,

Soaking up the world.

Mountains of grandeur

Hold more than just the beauty,

A palace of peace.

Separate from the world

The mountains offer refuge,

A taste of the Divine.