This is a poem I wrote while backpacking with Diana and Sergey in Colorado, in the summer of 2006.
Morning warmth fights nightly chill,
Trees and flowers tell a story,
Mushrooms, berries grow still,
Nature blossoms in its glory.
Colors waltzing in a dance -
Brown, orange, blue, and green.
Could this be your only chance?
Will you join the color stream?
Night time wears a whole new gown.
Frightened sun covers with clouds,
Blue creek, roaring, turns to brown.
Can you hear all the sounds?
Raindrops tapping on the roof,
Lightning slicing up the sky,
Do you need another proof?
Is this not the forest's cry?
Rain or shine, it has its power,
Nature is a private flower.
Human's merely a guest,
Keep it wild - is the quest!