Everywhere
I turn,
there is nature
in need
of description
and meanings
much greater.
Everywhere
I turn,
there are
words to be
explored
and many
stories to be
poured.
It's about of
who I am.
I can never
let it go.
I'm a butterfly
full of words
that charters
and glows.

We're together
when times get hard.
We're together
in this winter cold.
We're together
with this we hold
each other close
and never let go.
Just as long as
we're together
in this glistening snow.

In love
with His
precious name.
With His
amazing Hands
nothing will
be the same.
I lift my hands
to praise You.
I worship
Your divine glory
for I am brand new.

Bundles,
piles,
and mounds of snow
trampled on this mountain.
No living things appeared.
All there was
white,
cold,
and frozen
substance of snow.
Rumble,
roar,
and tussle
the mountain made.
Slowly then faster.
The sky
was gray and ashy
as the rumbling continued.
So the sounds became actions.
Mounds,
pounds,
and hills of snow
tumbled and plunged.
Loud, blasting sounds
grew stronger and stronger.
Slowly they began to stop
and terminate and cease.
Sounds came again as peaceful
as the quiet mountain
returned to normal.