God

God.
Valley to my right, gentle rolling snow covered mountains to my left,
I felt his breath across my face as I walked Thunder Saddle Ridge,
Cool and refreshing, my cheeks warmed as the brisk air swept by,
Jumping off the cornice I felt her gentle soft hand beneath me,
Soft like clouds, Giving like the tree,
God.
His presence crops up as towering trees coated in white fluffy flakes,
I smell her................everywhere
Fresh and elegant cool pine air that sells for millions by the bottle,
fills these flesh lungs with the supernatural
The stillness and majesty creeps into my depths
God.
Reality.