Pebbles beneath my feet I fail to see the path ahead of me.
Sky turns white and the destination is out of sight for I am last to be.
The path turns round and up my legs give out for I am on the arriving flight.
The beauty in sight, my mind erupts with splendor and delight.
Earthly ground climbs up the drainage of water crying from the unforseen skies.
My lens sees the subject better than me for the light in my eyes.
Up and close the sparkling rays entangle with the liquid array that drips from the crystallized formations.
My body is numb for natures raining sun cuts into my skin with these new profound revelations.