Nature’s Nomad

In its nest lay a bird with a broken wing

Hearing stories of scenery from far beyond

Making a mental list and biding it’s time

Healed and returning to the skies with renewed strength

In the foggy mountains of the Cherokee

The bird was greeted by the purple dawn skies

Dew glistening in the first rays of sunlight

Sleepy eyes of wild turkeys and elks in the pasture slopes

The content of this morning gives a new lease of hope

Flapping its wings faster to soak in the panorama, the road did not end

Nor did the red rocks against the pink sky

The eternal canyons with their majestic history

Can make one reel in reverence to their glorious aura

The bird moved along in its journey relaying Navajo warmth

The ocean shone like diamonds in the sun

The winding route by the mountains was a visual spectacle

A jaunty breeze put the bird in a frisky mood

And it ached for more, looking at the glorious Pacific sunset

The ranches on the other side felt like a distant world

And kept one wondering about the indigenous dichotomy

Dancing on the waves of the glacier melt

Enchanting panorama engendering a psychedelic effect

Bewitched lay the bird, staring at the snowcaps

This was the place to go adrift and still feel equanimity

A piece of heart was stolen by the Montana charm

Like a child’s art of a valley home by the mountains

Lie the steep picturesque Tetons vying to meet the sky

Homesteads of the Mormons from the past speak a story

The bird takes a siesta by the reflection lakes

Watching deer pass by in its moments of wake

A caldera here, a geyser there, and a hot spring around

Bison and moose stroll by the alpine trees

This must be what nature’s fiction must look like

The balance of the terrain mystified the bird

As the sun sets over the land and sweeping skies

Flying to the east to colors of nature that only an artist can create

The bird basked in the warm sun while leaves tickled as they dropped

The sound of the ocean flows is the soothing music

As the first snow creates a white and black polarity

The bird tugs harder at the hay in its winter nest calling it a day

Every piece of the aesthetics of nature

Reinvents it’s persona in a million ways every year

Trees shed leaves, mountains lose vegetation, oceans rise and forests dry

But the appeal lies in their reinvigoration

That pushes millions to travel farther into the wilderness to seek hope

All we can do to sustain that hope

Is by hurting the environment a little less each time

For we may be here today and tomorrow

We are all but nature’s nomads, craving to feel at home

And in a tug between man vs Earth, the latter will outlive

So will a speck of sand and how does that make you feel?