A gruff jagged face of earth
Accumulates weeping scars and dimples,
Carved by Creator’s winds.
Balding over time; blades of fresh spiked grass
Pale to patches of dishevelled blond reaves,
While fuzzy moss wedges itself in between naked rock
Like dark tuffs of fur entangled in faded bristles of a worn brush.
The elders of the world
Leave generations before and after
Awe and brimming with wonder
Of the world shaped by time,
That does not turn back.
*Inspo from my two day trip at Apollo Bay. Forest scenery is amazing- vivid colours and crisp air.