In the Midst of the Grandeur

In the land of giant, jutting rocks,
carved out by glaciers,
and filled by the powerful blue river…

In the realm of the mighty wind
that bounces wind surfers,
deforms tall green trees,
and powers homes…

In the dominion of waters of teal that crest white,
house prehistoric sturgeon,
and are protected by majestic eagles from above…

In this majestic land,
you will find God in the small, reliable blossoms.

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