Rolling hills of green grass meet my eyes, skies of heavenly blue open up to the mountains reaching the skies..
Rivers gushing along the prairies of wildflowers, Montana is HIS creation, brings HIS children to their knees.
I look up, sea of green pine trees line the highways for motorists to enjoy, My soul is at rest with sounds of birds singing their praise to God, Montana in its own beauty fills my heart with peace..
Mountains of rock high as the eye can see, life can’t help but pause as to cleanse our stress, daily grind, Wyoming has touched me with Gods beauty and spirit.
Sunset is among us between the mountains of trees, golden rays settles upon the gentle running river below as if GODS hands blessing us with Montanas beauty..
The deer and bison grazing upon weeds in the bed of mountains, please let this moment never end, Montana carry my worries away down into your river of carefree blessings….
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