These days,
In today’s civilized world,
Confusion exists.
In spite of the chaos,
Some positives persist.
So, I head into the wilds,
Where the cactus still bloom.
Fawns take a first step,
And thunderstorms brew.
Buds turn into leaves,
The mountains still call.
Robin eggs hatch,
And river ice thaws.
Dandelions flower,
The Sun rises each day.
Scorpio appears,
And snowdrifts melt away.
Live Oaks shed their leaves,
Meadows turn green.
Hummingbirds show,
And birds start to sing.
Streams fill up with run-off,
Trees blow in the wind.
High trails can be walked,
And there are more peaks to ascend.
Each day is longer,
Herds of Elk scatter.
Bass build their nests,
And the marmots are gladder.
Nighttimes are chilly,
Yet daytimes are warm.
Caterpillars roam,
And Honey Bees swarm.
Agarita’s blossom,
Campfires still smoke.
The Dewberries ripen,
And Prickly Pears poke.
Horizon fills the distance,
Summit views astound.
The wonder of nature,
Is a both a constant and profound.
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