Aspen at Snowy Peak

Leaves
all a flutter.
Nature’s precious windchimes
enveloping in a whispering embrace.
Quiet your heartbeat; take in each note.
Let the breeze symphony swirl.
Hear the birdsong chime in chorus;
Mama Earth at her best; all gussied up in
emeralds and gold tones;
sun dappled imprint on the valley below.
Behold,
the
hand
of
God
has
graced
this
place