I gaze upon the mighty peaks, of her lofty crown. A proud lady gazing down, upon all that surrounds her. Her head and brow are crowned with white, the wisdom of the ages. I'm sure she finds amusement upon all that she gazes.
Heavens lights fall upon her; capturing her proud face, as she stands in proud assurance, prominently in her place. Natures beautiful lady, with a natural beauty of her own. There is none other like her. Majestic and alone.
A queenly sentinel she stands. Weathered by time and storm. Yet nothing besmirches her beauty, though through the ages she has borne. Wind, rain, sleet and snow. Temperatures in the highs and the very, very lows. The queen of California, in quiet beauty on her throne.
Heavens lights fall upon her; capturing her proud face, as she stands in proud assurance, prominently in her place. Natures beautiful lady, with a natural beauty of her own. There is none other like her. Majestic and alone.
A queenly sentinel she stands. Weathered by time and storm. Yet nothing besmirches her beauty, though through the ages she has borne. Wind, rain, sleet and snow. Temperatures in the highs and the very, very lows. The queen of California, in quiet beauty on her throne.
Such a fabulous rendition of the beauty of Mount Shasta. She truly is a lovely 'California Queen'. I have often wondered how it would feel to climb her high peaks and look down at the world as she does. Totally Awesome and Icy!
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