All the colors…

By LISA OWENS

Hiking is my jam...you know?

Just me and the clear blue sky.

Treaded boots…tromp over branches...as I watch white clouds swirl by.

Pitching a tent...building a campfire...now, in survival-mode,

Breaking-down camp...black sky turns to gold...leaving this lonesome abode.

The journey (though harsh)...conditions raw...like oysters on a platter,

Harmony, peace...I CAN BREATHE..and color doesn't matter.