Wilderness

The place where earth and sky are not seperate
bound together by cerulean blue and
feather soft emerald needles
Where the seasons turn the land first to green,
freckled with flowers,
then to brown, beckoning with smoke
to red and yellow and gold
under a quilt of fallen leaves
Where water is cold and clear,
running ten thousand ways
over hills, rocks, trees and in between
mountain peaks
This place, where it is not just air we breathe
but sun, sky, water and earth