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:
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.