The wide carpet blended green,
yellow, purple, red and gold,
lying flat, the open plain.
Along with slowly rising ground,
grow textured dots and small shrub trees.
With rises nudging here and there,
hills do form the border break.
Blending, forming, taller yet,
shrubs to trees, the plain recedes,
once hills now mountains, rest in place.
Trees give way to rocky space.
Snow topped peaks beneath the skies,
silence speaks in sunlit rise.
“Lord, You have been our dwelling place in all generations.
Before the mountains were brought forth,
Or ever You had formed the earth and the world,
Even from everlasting to everlasting, You are God.” Psalm 90:1-2