Literature
Rainier (Pollinated)
When asked what I see,
It's rather easy to be
Literal, analytical,
Not at all sensational
But when I speak what I observe,
The ball's now thrown with a curve,
A city becomes atmosphere,
With smog and towers far and near
So truly, is it much surprise
A sunset (or perhaps sunrise)
Creates such powerful imagery
Beyond what the eyes chose to see
A mountain reminds of friends gone by,
A forest speaks of epochs passed
A lake reflecting wonderfully
Missing only a sailboat's mast
The picturesque is peaceful,
That calm continues on
It warms my heart to know today
Not all the world's beauty is gone.