By Elizabeth Crabtree

Miles away the untouchable, bubbling surface of the sun is blazing

The lizards stretch out on the red sandstone to warm their backs 

The sagebrush stands like strong soldiers in the dry wind 

There is no clouds to cover above, only the vast blue 

Waves of heat dance off the sandy plain 

Oceans of desert filling the empty spaces of our world 

Miles away are the mountains touching the top of the world

The sting of the snow against the skin feels like a fire blazing

The white of the peaks is all kind of plain

Are we admiring their fronts or their backs?

Sleeping giants on the bed of blue

Only friend the voice of the whistling wind

Miles away there is no wind

Everything is still in the ever-moving, ever-spinning world

The sky casts a deep navy blue

Scattering the navy blanket are the twinkle of stars, always blazing

The subjects of this earth ponder them while laying on their backs

The night sky, an endless plain.

Miles away lays the savanna plain 

The tall grasses sway like sailors on a rough wave in the wind

Lions napping in the sunlight, stretching out on their backs

Animals that look like they are aliens, like they come from another world

The cheetahs running after antelopes so fast that their paws are blazing

The yellow fields an ocean on the horizon of blue

Miles away there is an endless blue

A flat bouncing, twisting, turning plain

The oranges, yellows, and reds of the fin-bearing creatures like flames blazing

The currents sweeping through the sea like violent fall wind

The blues of the oceans creating the cool mosaic of the world

The ships floating on the surface like fat bears float on their back

Miles away the aspen leaves are coming back 

The spruces stand fat and happy, radiating an emerald blue

In the forest, you are in a completely other world

Yet isn’t it all kind of plain?

The leaves shiver on their limbs in the conifer wind

The moisture of the damp tree cover keeps the temperature from blazing

Miles away, just like back in the day on the plain

The blue blankets and the wind turns

Our world keeps turning, keeps changing, keeps blazing