Hiking is my jam; you know? Just me and the clear blue sky.
Treaded boots tromp over branches as I watch white clouds swirl by.
Pitching a tent, building a campfire, now in survival-mode,
Breaking-down camp, black sky turns to gold, leaving this lonesome abode.
The journey (though harsh), conditions raw, like oysters on a platter,
Harmony, peace...I CAN BREATHE...and color doesn't matter.
By Lisa H. Owens
Inspired by a June 2020 Shut Up & Write Picture Prompt Challenge
Posted on Beneath the Surface News June, 6 2020