From Here I See
By: Lauren Steininger
From here I see snow-capped mountains
with their craggy slate peaks,
towering over desolate valleys as
dusk creeps into them, inch by inch.
I see the lilac skies pierced by the tangerine sun
and the moon glowing in the soft white light,
just barely peeking over the alpine cliffs.
With the emerald pine trees
muted by a thick layer of alabaster snow,
the stars twinkle in the dark indigo skies
and the glacial air fills every crevice of your lungs.
From here I see snow-capped mountains
with their craggy slate peaks,
towering over desolate valleys as
dusk creeps into them, inch by inch.
I see the lilac skies pierced by the tangerine sun
and the moon glowing in the soft white light,
just barely peeking over the alpine cliffs.
With the emerald pine trees
muted by a thick layer of alabaster snow,
the stars twinkle in the dark indigo skies
and the glacial air fills every crevice of your lungs.
Writer's Statement: This is about mountains and the way that I feel in nature.