
In brink of burnout,
brittle like an old man’s bones,
nature watching, us.

We strive to control,
to twist nature to our will;
unyielding, it grows.

Natural order:
survival of the fittest;
looks be deceptive.

No crime, exploring—
defy laws of gravity
be framed by nature.

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