The lone star rises above the rocky snow drenched mountains that I may someday call my home.
Torn between the mountains, land and sea
I am lost in nature’s maze of beauty.
From the dewey Washington rainforests
that Ocean tide carries me through trees of blue and green forest floors.
To colorado’s endless grassy plains and towering angelic mountains.
Beautiful oil paintings come alive and daze me with their colours.
A natural array of gentle hues that speak louder than the bustling activity of big cities.
The river carves a deeper path than any machine could accomplish.
Time creates the truest reality
Wisdom does not accompany wealth and technology
it comes by the lone star
now
burning out
above
those snowy rocky mountains