Just wanted to write a quick poem about the beauty I found out in napa. Wrote it at 2:30am in like 5 seconds so... if you don't like it, its totally fine! ha. No, I hope you appreciate it.
By The Hands Of Man, By The Hands Of God
All that I could do was marvel at the beauty,
of the iron and brass intersected and interchanged,
reaching up towards the heavens and connecting the lands.
A hand made wonder and I’m just in awe.
Until I found myself out beyond the Oreo Cows,
where the green bled to green, and the trees stood tall,
standing up against the heavens and stubborn to their fall.
A hand made wonder and I’m just in awe.
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