Where We Roam
Jagged brown peaks, glistening with snow,
Majestically rise from a green carpet below.
The hue of the lakes is a sight to behold,
Hydrating the wildlife whose story's untold.
For here the wind and the mountains reign king,
though the hares are abundant and the birds how they sing.
Like an army of ants with our food on our backs,
We humans walk through this landscape from which nothing lacks.
From rock hopping mud and trudging up streams,
To running mountain ridges beneath the suns beams.
He we are free, to roam is of our own volition,
With the space to stop and contemplate our human condition.
To these long winding trails, many will come and go,
Where no matter how you move, short and fast or long and slow,
The memories you create here will never be forgotten,
In a land yet to be ruined by the changes turning this world rotten.
There is not much more pure, more raw or more real,
Than the power of the mountains and the way they make you feel.
So come, enjoy, explore the beauty that is here,
It will bring energy to your soul and your eye to a tear.
But do not leave a mark, leave not a single trace.
Take nothing but a photograph, from this wild, magic, place.
~ Simone Brick~
Written in the Torres Del Paine National Park, November 2019.
