Wandering logging trail follows the stream
Cutting through and around a rocky ledge
In the deep woods sounds a melodic theme
Soft wind gently brush past every sedge

Water is running high as snowpack's melt
Washing clean banks of decaying rubble
Sunlight through empty canopy is felt
Peacefully feels far from all my trouble

Only the rush of wind and waves moves
Swaying metronome of natural rhythm
Restoring a spirit which so approves
Under halos of a waterfall prism

Taking a walk into another time
Transposing concrete into the sublime