My Eye Will Not Forget

Blurred vision of a distant horizon,
Cedar rhythms dance my eye.
American rain forest a-drip with neon green.
Rivers run my pulse.
Sunset explosion of firy, bright orange....
Solid color fills the sky,
As if upon another world.
The trees come down to kiss the shore,
Where Pacific waves have their way.
Red forest trails.
My eye is filled with wonder!
Water hovers in the air.
Faces look from shapes in trees;
Primordial magic!
Moss beds and alder swamps.
Blue mountains hold a burning secret.
My eye will not forget.

2004 ©Tree Pruitt.*THE PAINTED RAVEN:Arts of Tree Pruitt