“Salmon ridges”

if I ever complain​​​​​​​​

of growing tired of this place;​​​​​​​​

if I ever so much as lose​​​​​​​​

even a sliver of this sense​​​​​​​​

of wonder and awe​​​​​​​​

that consumes me when​​​​​​​​

I stand tall​​​​​​​​

and gaze out over​​​​​​​​

these layered peaks,​​​​​​​​

the cascading blooms and mountainous trees,​​​​​​​​

the emerald sky and the gilded lakes,​​​​​​​​

the divine light of salmon ridges

dispose of my body​​​​​​​​

for my soul has died.​​​​​​​​