Wow! Look I did it! I wrote another poem! We were driving through mountains the other day and I was inspired to write something. So, here it is, I guess:

Looking up

Stony fingers rake the clouds

Their tips coated in snow.

Their ancient spires standing firm

Though icy winds do blow.

Below, a blanket of forest green

Wraps around the base.

The icy white of snow

Encrusts their feathery boughs like lace.

A river winds its way

Around the valley like a snake.

A painting of its brilliant blues

Pooling in a lake.

And then the rock on which I sit

A rather boring grey.

I fold my hands, then bow my head

In awestruck thanks to pray.