I see green
a prairie or plane
rising and raging
like a sea
The sky above
yellow with tints
of orange
perhaps dawn
perhaps dusk
sweeping
like the land below
sweeping
with no where
a hint of man
This is pure freedom
undisturbed
and disturbing
as freedom should be
as if everything
is a storm
about to strike
Pure freedom
which is why
it will never be
locked in a frame
It is as a stallion
racing across the range
Caging this canvas
would be a crime
 
                                     for Kami