When the sun rays shine through the dancing leaves
Of brown barked trees
She walks, and the air cascades
Sweet and soft hues of ponderosa
 
Whenever she is here alone, she feels company
Old friends fifty feet tall invite her in their bubble
And the charming duet of sparrow and chickadee
Grandiosely serenade the mariposa
 
And she walks and the air cascades
That sour soil of old leaves and moss
Tomorrow to bitterly be replaced
By synthetic smells of citrus and mimosa
 
She grin-and-bears the new world order
Comfort replaces spirit, and work, life
The chance of these magic moments
Often demoted to the superficial hike
 
And it is this path in which we burn the earth alive
Slowly step by step and stone by cement
Dwellings with a bush or two, fighting plastic to survive
Comforting the owner and forbidding a bee of its hive
 
This is the real magic
The natural becoming unnatural
The unnatural walking to evoke the natural
Magic moments