Or a tree
Mountain
Or a mound
Were I to climb out
Upon this leafless bough
Would I be
Of Lilliputian dimension
Were I to climb out
Upon this leafless bough
Would I be
Of Lilliputian dimension
The misty grey
Becomes a canvas
On which I create worlds
Depositing, Depositing, Depositing
On mounds and terraces
The beautiful stuff of Earth
Cools, solidifies, colours
One from Earth
One from Sky
But Nature in all her ways
When left to her own devices
She paints and sculpts
Beauty undeniable
That is just the Way
The Dao, Nature’s way
Beautiful is
All that follows the Way
I flow through lives
Passion and presence
Broken love
Leaving trails
Water comes from Earth
Builds the land
Deposits micro canyons
Some get the blues
They can’t condone
The forest stripped
To barest bone
Like here, where the fires burned
In Yellowstone
And the sky shone purple
Above the sun’s yellow, turned