I’ve been here so many times
I’ve lost count over the years
Worn paths cut across the landscape

Under a canopy of trees
Where I feel I disappear into another world
Homes for the songbirds that urge me on
For the woodpecker that echoes high and low

By the creek
Where water rippling over rocks
Becomes tumbling musical notes
Nature’s magnum opus 

Along the cliff line 
Ancient beings towering over all
Weathered and worn by time
Bearing hieroglyphics I long to learn