Yosemite Poem by emma 532

Yosemite



the Sun, warm, above me
cool comfort in the rocks below me

I lay, I sit, and I contemplate
life and where it has brought me

the rushing waters beside me
traveling, navigating in between...

from where they came
to where they go
Nobody knows

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