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.
Jul 3, 2018
Jul 3, 2018 at 11:33 PM UTC
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.
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