Light over darkness, long days, shorter nights,

finding myself, my youth in dry daylight,

blindly walking but I’m very certain,

straying from spring hills to summer mountains.


Yosemite’s valley sheltering me;

warm rains and serenity in the trees.

Searching for fountain of youth, purity;

instead, finding a waterfall’s beauty.


Nightly campfires under constellations,

vibrant stars in celestial relations.

The morning light overwhelms the darkness;

it’s just another day, it’s nameless.


Waterfall’s getting colder, but I dive

into the pond from the edge of the cliff.

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