The ones that line the landscape of Wyoming are truly amazing.
Detailed and crafted by mother earth herself, the crevices and orifices rival those of the majestic moon above
Twist and turn
Ruble falls from these peaks sunbathing and tanned different colors by the sun’s intense wrath
No sections of layers are the same
Bronze, tan and indigo become a mixture like dipping a paintbrush into multiple colors and smearing it across a fresh canvas
One pure of heart kind of longs to climb these rocking behemoths clawing at the sky upon first sight and leave footprints in the dust for others to see and follow
The jagged ones in the distance look like blurry peaks of maroon and blue and velvet white
Those are the most fascinating because of the unknown mystery in clarity they hold by positioning themselves just right, in front of the sun, so they appear in a massive haze
All are truly sights to behold and well worth in-depth exploration someday.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem