Nature Photography Nature Poetry

Mountains Rise with Gentle Grace

The pine trees soared through the air,
Indeed, there was something special there,
A place where no beauty could God spare.

From summer’s clean, crisp morning air,
To winters cutting icy glare,
Glistening like a jewel, so very rare.

I know not if I will make it back to this place,
Where mountains rise with gentle grace,
Somewhere out of time and space.

If I do make it to that land,
Where only beauty may stand,
I hope I will be humble toward it so very grand.

By James Vespoli

Writer, Photographer, and Managing Operator of Wild Cape Press LLC

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