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From Any Eyes

National Park greens and reds,
erosion through time and beating,
creating these greens and reds.
The water, being fluid and clear as it is,
and the idea of a lack of creation.
There’s a historical stigma,
a Protection stigma,
there’s a frozenness to even the brightest of days.
The waters are calm,
the storms are harmless;
distances are never too far.
It’s alright to stay on the beaten trail,
it’s okay to go off,
the land has yet to be fully trotten,
but it will never grow old,
no, it can never cease being ageless.

There’s a sensation, undeniable,
the dream of being the first to see something,
to think of those who came before
and were the first to be struck by beauty.
But we all get it, we all are the first,
this land, so harmless, so unharmed,
so restless but unfiltered,
is something new to gaze upon
from any vantage, from any eyes.

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