A rose bloomed in the middle of a field.
I watched as it grew.
Day by day.
Letting the sun and grass nurture it.
I watch the mountains.
Home of climbing animals and tall pines.
It's Stoney incline imposing power.
I watch the clouds and the sky.
I watch as the colors shift.
I watch as the clouds shower rain.
I listen to the calls of birds.
To their songs and signals.
I listen to the wind.
As it tells stories.
I look around me, and think.

What a beautiful place.