Natures Awe
Even if just for the moment, I marvel...
Reclining on a boulder
feet freely dangling
mind roaming in the essence of nature
how it subtly propels all senses
the imperfections of the exposed and carved cavern is capturing
the smooth surfaces and variation in stone formation and raze is so abstract
it’s like nature's own art gallery
visually snap shooting photographic memories of unexplainable wonder
and as the sound of the waterfall echo’s and pour’s into the gorge
teal green in color, its mesmerizing and tranquil
peering down, trees and their limbs and leaves
reflect off the water like a watercolor painting
feeling of profound awe
I feel one with this majestic creation
even just for the moment
I marvel…
About the Creator
Tracy Toccara
Aspiring poet, writing for the addict in recovery, the struggling addict, the sober addict and writing to create addiction and mental health awareness.
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