The snow-covered trees fall away on the rapidly declining slope. From above, they look like an architectural drawing, the contrast of white snow against the dark boughs of hemlock, fir and cedar. It occurs to me only now that each tree, from directly overhead, resembles an irregular snowflake. It’s a beauty I always marvel at, every time across. The trips with snow on the trees are always best.
That Nature
She makes you feel so small
When driving in the valleys
Along the water’s edge
Looking way up steep mountain slopes
To their ice-capped peaks
So climb up
Up up up
Where the eagles soar
And become like a god
Surveying all below