What camera can capture the breeze
That floats and swooshes
Through the pine boughs overhead?
What camera can capture the cool shade
That soothes the heated skin?
The bright blue dome
That soars high above
And stretches from edge to edge
Cannot be compressed into a flat picture
Or experienced by reading words.
The bigness, the vastness,
The open souled freedom
That expands the spirit
From horizons east and west, north and south
Can only be experienced
When one plants his feet firmly in the middle
And gazes all around
And reaches out toward Infinity.
All at once one realizes just how small we are
And at the same time just how connected we are.
No, a camera cannot capture this.
Digital bits cannot soak up,
Or rejoice over
An experience that
Lights the soul,
Inspires the mind,
Refreshes the heart,
And gives health to the body.
No, a camera cannot do any of that
No more than the ocean can be reduced
To a puddle on a dinner plate
Or all the sky be inhaled into the lungs.