We choose the joy of the open air all sunshine and snowy peaks and the sweet grasses blooming underfoot we choose the joy of a departure from the everyday leaving our worries far behind ascending to the light - Caroline A. Slee
ascending
Ascending
A staircase of light Leads us to beauty While joyful memory Pushes us to step forward We may climb And struggle But every motion Surrounds us in splendor Until we are bathed In light Awash in color We become the masterpiece We see - Caroline A. Slee