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.
