Low in the valley, the earth around us rises to the heavens, grasping for the hand of God, as the Creation of Adam.
As the year progresses, in the midnight sky, it shines in its silhouette of white- a contrast to the blackness usually known.
The clouds feel its mightiness; they blanket the rising land, hiding the benches as they roll down its cliffs.
How mighty their stature, as we stand at the base, our necks fully reclined in amazement.
Surge of the land, you are beautiful. Tower above us; leave us forever in awe.
I ♥ Creation!
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