Beautiful Creations

To escape from the stress

To again smell the dirt

To create a beautiful mess

Of dried flowers in the pockets of sweatshirts

To paddle upstream

And make it a race

To sing with the trees

And their spirits embrace

To follow the trails

Kind hooves left behind

And discover avail

Of a fallen gold leaf mine

To be stalked by the crickets

And robbed by the mice

To be watched by the moose

And intrigued by dragonflies

To relish in air

Full of pine smells 

Full of aspen secrets 

And protected by 

Peaks that surround

I long to sit on a rock

To look out and see

Creations far more beautiful 

Than any mere fantasy 

 Or to stare at the stars

Through and opening of trees

They are the sand of the sky

And sublime is what fills me

I will stand all amazed

I will clutch tight this gift

That our creator has made

For us, to revive, to uplift