Floating in the small oblong vessel,
Twisting down the swirling waterway,

Cliffs of rust and gray colored rock,
Climbs high on both sides,

Trees flank the narrow bank,
Guiding me through the gorge,

My paddle sweeps through the cold water,
Rhythmically it moves, pushing my kayak forward,

Up on a narrow ridge of the rock cliff,
Stands a white and gray goat surveying the land,

The sky I can see, is cerulean and clear,
Hidden behind the landscape, somewhere sits the sun,

My life jacket snugs me tight,
Ready to save me against the harsh current,

The trees look painted with delicate brush strokes,
Their colors are vivid and of various color,

The crisp, cool air,
Whips against my face as I push along,

The narrow river, turns shallow in spots,
So clear you can see the mosaics at the bottom,

It's days like today, that fills me with wonder,
Taking in nature's striking beauty,

Being so peaceful and serene,
Bringing a calm to my being.