The View Poem by Kayla Clark

A path untrodden
She dares to venture
With dew it's sodden
Focus her center

An excursion of mind
Or that of wilderness
Fear is blind
The way is rigorous

Fallen leaves crunch
Colors chaste
Her thoughts suffer a punch
The pain no longer faced

Towering trees clear
Shes happened upon The View
A captivating sphere
That the Creator carefully drew

She approaches the abandoned bench
Her mind battles and begs
Her curiosity she longs to quench
A rest for her legs

Rotting wood
She traces the vine
With that she stood
Memories a land mine