On the Trail to Emerald Lake
wandering these mountain paths
I sweem to melt into the scene around me
each step brings me deeper
into the heart of the trees
to the degree I almost believe
I am one of them
somehow allowed to unsoil my roots
and walk between the others
and then I round that bend
to face a scene so suddenly beautiful
that my roots again plant into the earth
to take another step is impossible
as if to stop and wonder
was a divine decree
God commanding reverence
to continue on unaffected
would be less than human
almost evil
if such a thing existed here
these mountain paths are void of that
as is all undisturbed creation
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