Mountains, glaciers, redwoods alike
Hiking, running, going by bike
Shiver, stumble, gracefully aware
Wind, sand, snow in our hair
Stories, laughter, sadness take hold
Seeing, learning, making our mold
Life, happiness, too vital to deny
Quails, sequoias, untouchable skies
Shades of blue, green, colors surround
The Earth, spinning, not making a sound
Quiet, serene, clouds moving slow
Strong, silent, peace we would know
Unexplainable, these scenes make a person anew
Breathing in and out, these universal truths

It’s the thorn to a rose
the taste of vanilla
or an unripe apple

It’s a perfectly sharp pencil
crumbling
in the middle of a test

It’s the first jump into a cold lake
and the goosebumps
from the icy wind

The works that are spoken,
and meant to fix the broken,
are launched into a crowd.

Words upon heart,
but I’m drifting apart,
from an auditorium chair.

They say every verse that is read
goes in and out my head,
and I feel a dearth of knowledge.

But found by the trees,
are my words of ease,
spoken straight from His mouth.

A blue sky set before me,
the meadow of perfect grass,
I sit and wallow in a sweet wisdom.