In summer at its
Height
Painted Lady
Alights
Flashing colors so
Bright
Always a welcome
Sight
A labor
Nature
At our
Open
Everyday moments
No need to go
Nature’s own
No sooner one
Oh so
You are

“Going to the mountains is going home.”
“As age comes on, one source of enjoyment after another is closed,
“The clearest way into the Universe is through a forest wilderness.”