Nature's Grandeur

Imagine we trek, To nature recede, Trail wending and worn Where pines scrape blue sky And mankind’s unheard, A river ahead, Its turbulence roaring Through forest’s calm shade Cast by sun beaming down And twinkling and glinting Off water, pristine, That roils and jumps Off time-rounded rocks; Oh! Nature’s grandeur When we shed our garb To frolic and splash In backwash, ice-cold, Then repose on the bank To bask in bright sun And returned, thus, to nature In my arms you’ll find peace.