The Mountain

Here Heaven lay a blanket to mask its starteling truth from the world, A blue majestic ocean to float high above the earth, God said, Angels lay your head upon the pillows soft of white, Clouds to sleep and dream on, through the day or in the night, Towering mountain, reaching to try to touch the relm and leave this world, Green with grass and brown like brass a mix of beauty so sure, Painted by the hand, with a brush made of the tips of angels wings, A picture of beauty, more radiant then jupiters rings, Colarado air, fresh with spring light, For Norad mountain is my destination, my delight. (Note: First poem I've written in months)