The world has its magical places

And if you find one

Be resolute in your admiration

For nature offers the framework

For all our other judgements -

How are we to judge an action

Or evaluate alternatives

If we don't know the ramifications

To our shared heritage -

For we who live here today

Are short term renters -

We own nothing

Not your billionairesses

Or your political front men

When you wander our wonderland

And saunter into a canyon

Surrounded by mountainous vertical walls

With a narrow river flowing below

And realize the power of a million years

Carved into stone you feel the magic -

A poem of gratitude

To be allowed to penetrate

The hearts of each who observe God's work.

And in your backyard

There is a tree

Or meadow, creek or parking lot

And you are left speechless

At the beauty that emanates -

Knowing full well

That there is no objective beauty -

All things are judged

In relation to each other

And this reality is pure beauty compared to the unknown.