The boulders are too huge for me
to see too far,
they often block the sun;
but in their beauty there's no mar,
and that's what makes it fun.

I walk the peaks and valleys,
high and lows, they shine;
like walking dirt-filled alleys,
I do not see the grime.

All is what it seeks to be,
nature is unraveled;
as far as any eye can see,
these paths are seldom traveled.

Jumbled rocks of granite, old,
invite my feet to walk;
in a sanctuary of peace that's bold,
where there's no need of talk.

Solitariness is fine,
amid the boulders, grand;
in corners where the sun don't shine,
and no one holds your hand.