Now,
What does this world have, that I do not? Is it not, Some floating rock? I feel love and wonder, dread and fear. Free to me, on this earth so near. Slim to none, the chances I had, of existing at all, thankful every day, a life so grand, a life so rad, Keep this in mind though, that this all is free. The simplest things many take for granted, but Me, no I see them, deciding on who to be. To exist in this space, so fragile and lost. Expanding on forever, How can anyone truly fathom the cost? A thin layer, that keeps us from harm, It performs a thankless duty, It takes on the mighty sun, Such a coincidence, that time and space, allow us to exist in such a fragile place.
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This citrus mountain,
Exists just for me. Its gradient extends, and endless climbing spree. Her base always feels, Like the surface of the sun. But the summit, ooh the summit, she ends with a ski run. As you climb, you will find, Desert that turns to forest. Cacti transform to pine and spruce, Adventure laid out before us. Bad dog to Molino canyon, Bug spring to windy point, Seven cats, thimble peak None will disappoint Heading farther up though, to palisades and whitetail. as Incinerator ridge cruises by, catch all the detail. Butterfly to Loma Linda, Su,mmerhaven too, Reach the top, observatory peak, Soak in all the morning views. Now this route here, Only scratches the surface. This paradise called Sonora, A mountain made of citrus. |