| Walking along Happy Isles | up to Vernal Falls, | we feel the solitude |
| rushing past | as we pause | no longer needing anything. |
| A diamond in the rough | as Yosemite Falls. | swift |
| yet gentle. | Mirror Lake's family | and reflections |
|
beg |
never to be alone | as Touwalame beckons |
| two happy campers | with an invitation | to a spritiual revelation |
|
as peaceful |
water falls | down to a mist, |
| washing our souls | as we look up | and wonder.
by David Denny 2004 |