Nature is More Pretty

At the place where, a noon's heat begins,

I clench your hand tightly, I've never seen such a sight

I take a step

I walk this alien ridge

Under the blissful blue sky,

Tall limbering pine trees sway in the wind. Staggering cedars rustled by a breeze. Pine needles coat the ground, making for an open woodland. In these woods there are no obstructions like boulders or shrubbery. The needles alone blanket the naked earth.

Fall

Don't cry for me when I'm dead and gone.

Arizona Voice

Here's a river,

A beauty in the garden