Stately palm trees blocking a once beautiful view of
an entire desert mountain, taking focus away from
sloping edges and rough cuts up above.
Clouds scattering themselves in airy spaces all
around the steeples of God's own nature.
Houses marring the surface of mountainous altitudes
with their farcical man-made architecture.
Only inside my mind can I describe the beauty of
such heights on our horizon with cacti spread over
cliffs, crags and boulders of strength.
How unfair of man to destroy what God has made and
put here for all of our enjoyment.
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