Gaping ahead, a boundless Canyon I see
The scorching sun burns me,
Boiling the blood running through my veins.
I yearn for the coolness of the moon.
Nevertheless, my surroundings enthrall me.
In the midst of an ethereal earth, I am speechless
As if any and all combinations of our incompetent words
Would understate the beauty I absorb.
I think this beauty unreal,
Yet what is more real than nature untouched by man?
I often forget how small I am.
How little I matter in the scope of everything,
How little I affect the planet,
How little I am, yet I often forget it.
How little I am, yet I think my problems
Are deeper than oceans.
I am but a letter, Earth is a poem.