Photography


 

We witness her beauty with eyes that won’t see

What was and what is, and what ought to be

 

Nature our teacher, from the roots to the tree

Plundered for profit, what she gives us for free

 

But on the horizon with eyes that must see

What was and what is, and what ought to be

 

Paint me a picture

Weathered and wise

Today not tomorrow

Leave the disguise

 

It’s not hard to see faces

Worn and weary cases

Drifting between raindrops

And the silence between spaces

 

So paint me a picture

As tall as the moon

Show us some wisdom

Say now never soon

 

 

Gentle is the morning light

In the garden of earthly guise

Awakes the dawn from weary night

And greets the day through nature’s eyes

 

Dawn paints her silent muse

From dreams in the night

Awaken on the path we choose

In the solace of morning light

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