It’s always worth work once I see the view

I’m in the woods again,

Trekking slowly,

Because I never see the birds,

Chickadee,

Goldfinch,

Downy Woodpecker, 

when I’m hurrying.

I always take my time, 

Snap photos of ferns, 

Moss, 

An overturned log becoming home to new life. 

It’s these small things that always go unnoticed,

I always try to capture.

The light growing brighter,

The closer I get to the Alpine Zone.

I’m in the fairy woods now, 

I send a silent hello,

In case they are hiding nearby.

It’s the perfect hiking day, 

Cloudy with moments of sun peeking through, 

Warm, 

But the breeze plays more and more with my hair, 

Until I make it to the rocks,

Older than I will ever be. 

I sink down onto a fallen log, 

Filling my eyes with the view,

Lake Champlain,

My valley, 

And farther away,

Across the lake,

the Adirondacks,

It’s always worth the work,

Once I get to the top.