Rather Small
Although it’s neither here or there
I do love the mountain air
Fresh and crisp with its own bite
The river flows through the blanket of white
It’s all in life that is pure and clean
The river sparkles with it’s own sheen
Up here in the air that is lighter than light
I open my soul through the words I write
Through my words I write out a show
For those who have never seen the snow
Every breath you take is like a dream
With eyes amazed at the beauty they have seen
You close your eyes to process it all
And realize we are rather small
Copyright © Michael Jordan | Year Posted 2008
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