I hike the hills of Iaqua
Where colors steal my breath away
A dusty road, a verdant ridge
A golden field, a swinging bridge
Soft greens of every shade and hue
A sky of iridescent blue
An unexpected apple tree
Where nature gives out snacks for free
The apple, round and sweet and firm
Try finding one without a worm
What caused this giving tree to grow?
The seed was planted long ago
And tended by a calloused hand
An act of faith I understand
I learned it on the summer day
I hiked the hills of Iaqua
