I gaze up at the tall pines,
frosted and sparkling,
awash with sunlight.
The sky You made is washed clean with azure
A few wispy clouds are wind-surfing.
Everywhere I look, I see evidence of Your variegated aliveness.
I see sugar pine and juniper, oak and white pine
- tall and clean, ever green.
Morning is a good time to see You.
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