Look East upon this majestic mountain,
From cityscapes of grey and dreary blue.
The white snow turns purple in the sunrise.
No love for you has ever been secret.
Rich red sequoias and glass smooth lakes surround your feet.
A crown of wind-sculpted snow fills your face with light and radiance.
Hundreds of thrill-seekers descend down your white blanket. A snow-capped glory around your head shining at the Sun's ascent.
Your presence is all-powerful.