High hills, low vale
Green trees pointing
Blue sky, grey sky
People jaunting
Long trails, short trails
firs and aspen
tall grass, old stones
people baskin
Still lake, smooth lake
Boats for rowing
Frisbee, baseball
People glowing.
Water gushing, swirling, birling
Wet rock, dry rock, curving hill
Birds singing
In cool air
People still.
Bark, stones
Path that wanders
On and on
Bridge that
Crosses water
Fountain that wets the dry stone,
Showing that it has an other colour.
Cloud shadow
Darkening Santa Maria -
For a moment.
Stone scattered,
Bush scattered,
Tree scattered,
Hillside……
Receiving
the birds,
people who come to touch you,
climb you.
Tall, silent, dark green
Trees
Segregating the skyline
Gifts of today
Thank you
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