Nature Itself
The lilting dip
Of the mountains
Trace a path
Back to what once was
Mine.
Her in her
Sunflower running dress
Whose imaginings
Relied on the world
Spinning with her
The marbled walls
Of a canyon
Reflected her like
A river
Slices of wild and
Ruckus granite
Twists of jagged and
Playful limestone
The fires which
Stole her
Made her
Forged from flame
She steps out from
Between the trees and
Glides over eggshells
She is, in short,
Nature itself
She is, in part,
Me.
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