Photography by Dane C. Smith

Photography by Dane C. Smith

The sun is beating as the wind 

gently caresses my bare legs.


Looking out on such a beauty that 

can only make you think a god

does exist.


The bugs are curious of me, but

not enough so to be a nuisance.


With each minute gust of fresh

air my hair dances across my face.


The sun is relentless.


The cows don't seem to mind, as

this is their home.


Seemingly, I am jealous of these 



As they graze they care not of

the worries of the world, driven

only by the hunger for more life,

creating an orchestra of bells.


I am safe, I am home.