Masculine or feminine we know not Their roughly structured body creates a good picture A sight by day and shade by night Ever guarding us like Heavenly armored Knight The cloud says to herself, “As beautiful as I am, why am I spying on the hills?” We are enclosed within the embellishment of nature Each day seeking for a means to nurture Her staccato top of trees and greens Providing us with our ever increasing needs We are slaves to the aesthetics of land’s geography; yet we move freely Even on the high grounds and in the low A greater being watches us all from above 18-50mm, F5.6, 1/800sec, ISO - 100.