Our Earth

When fallen stars stop falling
and silence finds its calling
I’ll leave the ground and find my way again

Auroras fade, their symphonies out of tune
luminous comets flicker out too soon
but I swear I’ll still remember the violet moon

If I could wander back through the cosmos
drift through black holes’ shadows
the violet moon would be my only north

I’d cross every galaxy that swallowed starlight
glimmer past nebulas that burn bright
just to find my way back to its shore

Clouds making their way through the Rockies, whispering whimsical stories to the flora and fauna atop.

Frozen Lake Louise, snow up to the knees. This photo is not in black and white, I promise.

Cascade mountain overlooking the wonderful town of Banff on an early winter morning.

Sweeping valleys and snow enamoured peaks of Alberta.

The hilly rues of Vieux-Québec