A poem is never sufficient. 
Nothing written can ever truly capture 
The experience. 
It’s like a photo in that way. 
The lighting will never be
Quite perfect, 
The breadth of view will never be 
Quite wide enough.

A poem will never 
Truly capture 
The wind rustling 
through the trees, 
The waves beating
The rocky shore, 
The geese headed 
South for winter.
 
In a photo the 
Fall leaves will never be glowing 
Quite as brilliantly, 
As they do in real life. 
The colors and hues 
Muted and dull in comparison. 

Neither can video 
Grasp the joy and fatigue 
In walking four miles 
To the point.
Or the 
Stillness 
Of the final destination. 

A story cannot begin 
To describe the 
Wonder and 
Excitement 
In finding something new and changed. 
The sense of 
Peace and 
Restoration 
That lingers on the
Walk back. 

Words and photos are 
Nothing more than 
Letters, 
Blurred colors, 
A mere 
Representation. 

No, the true 
Experience 
Comes from sitting 
There. 
Looking out over the 
Lake, 
Breathing in the 
Ever-changing scents, 
Listening to 
Everything and 
Nothing 
At the same time. 

The true experience 
Comes from 
Presence. 
This poem is 
Only 
An interpretation.