They have laid out the view for us.
Blue mountains and clouds
even pile the stones neatly,
let them become moderately
covered in lichens.
A parking lot is paved before
a hill with thin timbered trees.
Take your time; a trail
rests within itself below, hundred
feet folding the dirt
in on itself over in a
green tunnel in Appalachia– just
to watch a wall of individual
leaf shapes flit and bow in
a bit of water and wind.
All here mentions
if we stretch our legs far enough
the traits we find become trails
in a small place with intrusive
curious bumblebees. It is good
to have some friendly company.
It is good to have preparative
breeze and easy rain.
