
Up on a mountain,
baked, kissed, and blessed by the sun,
photographer’s lens.

Up on a mountain,
baked, kissed, and blessed by the sun,
photographer’s lens.

Seeking unpaved paths,
scavenges through the bushes,
a rainbow catcher.

Greying in stages,
varying shapes and sizes—
trees, our grandmothers.

Though all clear it seems,
high and low will be your path;
observe—street shows life.

Snap frozen in time
to preserve our greatest wealth—
nature, photographed.