Lakes dot the landscape out
into the distant misty valley that
feeds the world.
Homes and trees not natural fill
the rolling plains.
This is where man lives
Safe, flat, wet, and full of food
This is where we come from.
Hills, enclose the plains, covered in
trees born to thrive in high dusty earth
Rocks proclaim a harshness untamed, untarnished.
Hard. Rough. Wild
This is where we flee to.
A few hours or miles wandering in
canopied wonder. A world of which we
are very much a part yet in which we
cannot remain.
We return to our home. Where
food and rock are soft.
That is where we live,
but not why.
great writing and photos. it is too hot to go outdoors and yet we cannot live like this for long.