Ode to Hřensko

Here the earth lies in prayer, completely aware; the trees stare as I breathe their air.
Rocks covered in moss. Vibrant green—words at a loss. Staring across, hold a pebble and toss beneath the arching stone, the throne where nature sits alone. Curious emerald tone springs from the tree that perceives and receives us. The carpet of leaves speak of fall long ago, aglow with red below the show of green, green, green…

Andy and Helen on a precarious metal boardwalk.

Helen and I paused our conversation for a photo

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