Camping

Oh beautiful words
to what heights you can reach
fly the trapeze acts
but you will never describe
what my eyes awe subscribe.
Details of sunlight
piercing upon minature bees
carrousing wild violet blooms.
The meadow before me
glows a pallete of green waves.
Two sister aspen trees
have alabaster bark
and emerald diamond disk leaves
which are translucent and still.
Yet everything is in motion
you can see it in the creek
in the energy of the sky
the shadows, the lights, the insects.
These blasphemous words
do not akwardly reach
the beauty of creation.