A place that loves to run
He sees things that others disdain,
Things they feel are unimportant
He drinks from the mountain streams
He has traveled far but not always
The wonders of his travels
A snowflake here, a cougar track there,
Its when you look at him
That you see the wonders he has seen,
His mind is full of hope,
And his touch is honest,
If you can't see the beauty that Nature has displayed.
If you can't understand the song of a spring bubbling away.
Then your loss is much more than just another day.
Its the loss of innocence and the song of Natures Way.
Written April 7th, 2004