Walden Pond comes to mind
at this hidden mountain shrine.
The reflection of the trees
with their changing autumn leaves.
I'm brought to this place
that alters the expression on my face.
A hut stands alone
yet is also part of a scene
that is away from the machine,
far from the TV and phone,
far from the turmoil at home,
no nations, no institutions,
following the rules of evolution.
Reminder of the nature we have missed
for it is all that exists.
