Walking along an alpine streamwarm to touch.Heaviness like a blanket,no relief the further I walk. Trees weep with open soresMy spirits sink.Witnessing the suffering of the forest of spruce,lodgepole pines,The sorrow of an entire ecosystemfailing. Bright growth along the stream,life would go on.The warming days threaten fishbut not all the flowers.These trees may disappear, someday,but… Continue reading Ten Thousand Feet Up