By The Canadian
A beaver thoughtfully chews its way through a trunk.
The tree falls into the water with a splash.
A mosquito whines past my ear.
I slap it.
The stunted cranberry bushes on the tundra ruffle as the wind
sweeps through.
I observe all of this from my spot at Wonder Lake.
The name is no wonder at all.
On my left, the rolling expanse of tundra.
On my right, the robin's-egg-blue of the lake.
Before me, rising to the sky to bite through the clouds, Denali.
The Great Mountain.
This is a spot from which no sign of human civilization is visible.
There are not many places like this one left to enjoy.
I watch my breath turn to fog in the chilly air.
I call this "pure nature", for this is as pure as nature can be.
What a display of teamwork!
A caribou chews on the leafy plants of the tundra.
This ensures that the ground cover will not become too thick.
In this way, nature is full of awe.
The caribou rules the tundra.
The grizzly rules the caribou.
Denali rules the grizzly.
Nature rules it all.
It is beautiful.
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