I met a flower, not a rose but beautiful just the same.. I took claim as my own, and held it to my heart leaving its presence where it was found – to breathe the light of day….. Climbing further up the trail to find things lost I reached a summit – far from home and pondered why I came…. And hearing the snow beneath my feet whispering its last goodbyes– I saw the lake velvet and blue beneath a royal blue sky…. Listening in silence I heard the heart of mountains that have forever beat with time, and I thought of the flower I had met, claimed within my soul and no not rose it will ever be but beautiful just the same….. bkmackenzie 2010 copyrighted Written for my little hiking trip June 19th with my sister Laura up above Lake Tahoe.