The wilderness is my temple
and the animals, my friends.
My steps are the quiet prayers,
by which my mind transcends.
My heart blooms with the flowers,
as my breath rows out to sea.
And my camera collects the colors,
the Creator has composed for me.
My steps are the quiet prayers,
by which my mind transcends.
My heart blooms with the flowers,
as my breath rows out to sea.
And my camera collects the colors,
the Creator has composed for me.