Rustling dull-green grass bending in breezes
Awkward little fraziers aimlessly unkempt
Spindly pines all tight like too much family
It is a natural mess
Amazing to behold
Its own little world
Question: Do I exist for it or it for me?
And where is Jesus in all this green and brown?
Camp Hat Creek—Brookneal, Virginia—June 2007
