Looking at the wonder around me,
The majestic mountains and peaceful valleys,
She is every where.
Walking through a forest trail,
One lone pine branch brushes my arm,
I feel her touch.
I gaze up at the sky,
The soft white clouds drifting ever so slowly by,
I see her face.
The cool mountain stream,
Flows shallow and quick over smooth stones,
I hear her laughter.
Sitting in an alpine meadow,
Beautiful flowers all around,
I touch one to my face,
I feel her lips.
Looking at a pristine pond,
Clear and deep,
What wonders lay beneath the surface,
I see her eyes.
Sitting by the fire at night,
Its soothing warmth and lovely glow,
I feel her spirit,
She is every where.
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