At lower elevations, At the beginning of my journey, I am captivated by A cacophony of colors. The trail winds its way Next to a heavy-flowing stream. This path should’ve been named “Waterfall Way.” As time goes on, the path gets steeper And rougher. Further up, towards the top of the trail, Tons of coniferous trees Let the light shine bright. Little orange needles litter the path. I could take other trails To higher elevations, But up there it snowed, And I think I should head back Because silly Sara Didn’t bring her snowshoes Or any other winter gear. I’m happy with my little hike To Brad’s Bluff, Lila’s Ledge, Crystal Cascades, And Lowe’s Bald Spot; No need for the 5,000’ mountaintops. Not today, anyway.