Here is a piece I wrote the other day, thought I would share it.

Silence crept closer into the early morning as the wind strong and steady sway maples, alders, and firs.
Laying innocently below, branches and brush scattered together spawned physically and rhythmically a song winter and fall composed infinite years before.
Each step the ground below crackled and crunched expressing dislike to my tromping around, breaking the beautiful silence graciuosly bestowed by a power super unknown.
I reached the river bed guiding me to rolling rapids and calm pools ahead. Rocks of all shape and size combined, creating a floor soft to the eyes and solid to the elements of season.
Desert colored, though Arctic chilled sand, share the landscape.
One could look at the river bed as a solution to solve fudes,
futile in conceiving havoc.
The slithering course of the river displayed compromise, anger, tranquility, and solidarity.
Jagged canyon walls skyscraper high and oil well low signify change and diversification in life.
An example of creation at the level of trigometry times space age innovation.
This is the river I see when eyes are closed and immagination is opened.
Never a dull moment or yawn of boredom,
while contemplating this Number One New York Times Novel of existence.