Montana

inspiration, spirtualism, intimidation,humility, amazment..

A morning haze hovers over her lakes and streams
and high up above you can hear an eagle scream
as he glides thru the air with effortless grace
you can almost feel God's sweet embrace.

The sky is endless and holds the morning sun
and it gives promise of a new day to come..
The wind has a chill and and you feel alive
and you know, thru it all, God's beauty has survived.

Sunrises and sunsets painted on a canvas of blue
by the Master Himself , the same who created you.
Mountain majesties that hover over God's tapestry below
as if steeples of a church presiding over all that we know.

Mysteries of life lies under its mountain streams
A place where only strong hearts dare to dream..
Untouched and unchanged all remains
constantly consistantly always the same.

She touches your soul and makes your spirit grow
she gives you a freedom that only the wind knows.
Its as if she is our mother and we her faithful sons
keep your face in the wind and your eyes along her horizons.