Remember the lazy summers out in nature, perhaps in the Sierras. There was a simple, timeless feel to these unique places on the planet.
Person of the Planet, Mary Hess, is passionate about backpacking, hiking, and spending time in nature. She has hiked many a mile. As she hikes, she occasionally stops to take pictures and write poetry and prose. Here is a piece and picture called Mountain Waters. Take a moment and immerse yourself in her imagery, remembering the beauty of the un-touched planet.
by Mary Hess
Winter water is dazzling
In its flight to the sea;
Roaring, boulder-filled creeks,
Soft singing streams,
Lakes of royale blue,
Tarns surrounded by green.
As we climb into the mountains,
Within days we pursue
This wondrous wet to its hiding places
Beneath the highest peaks.
Snow packs nestled
In the shadows of the cirques,
Let trickle streaks of tears
Across granite faces, into lakes
In hollows left by glaciers of long ago.
The waters flow from lake to lake,
Strung on a rippling line of
Rivulets and streams
That lead to the rivers,
And the rivers to the sea
In wild waterfalls coursing
Down through the mountains.
Would that the snowflake, so dainty and soft,
Might know its significance!