a painting of a person sitting on a rock looking at a river

Hiking a mountain trail she stops to rest and admire the view. The forest trees seem manicured, planted by hand. Then, her spirit sores as she sees how beautiful our world can be. Mankind and nature not always at war. Then borne on a light breeze across the crag comes the sweet scent of cut grass. Softly tugging her shirt it agrees with her happy observation. In the valley someone has cut this years hay. A long slow breath rises her slight shoulders. Then, a moment later a quiet sigh, reveals this is where her heart belongs.The long hard climb was all worthwhile.