Getting Older

One thing about getting older 

is that there are less new things to experience.  

Yes, somethings appear to be new or different 

but it really is really not.  

They are just a new and different rendition 

of something that we have experienced 

over and over again.  

I have lived here for forty years 

and I still marvel at the beautiful mountains 

each and every day.  

When I stop and spend time with the views 

I know that the mountains 

have been here 

for thousands of years 

but each day they seem new and different.  

It might be the lighting from the sun or the moon.  

It might be the amount of snow on the peaks 

or sometimes the lack of snow on the peaks.  

On very cold days 

when the sun is the most brilliant on the snow 

I enjoy watching the high winds 

blow the snow off of the tops of mountains 

creating beautiful contrails in the sky.  

I think that I dwell in nature at times 

but I do have one major exception 

to seeing the same things over and over again.  

When I have the honor and the privilege 

to see a brand new baby 

I know that I am seeing 

something new for the very first time.  

Perfection that has yet to be hurt 

or destroyed by man.  

Something that is so simple 

and so beautiful 

that we all want to hold it, 

to cherish it, 

to love it 

and to protect it 

for as long as we can.