As I gaze my mind upon this scene
Of sweeping pines and glacial stream
To glistening flints of spring moraine
As rocks lay strewn on broadening plain
With frost-fresh pinch on a cloudless day
As eyes rise up to a meadow sway
Where bright blooms dance to whispered notes
And spray clouds puff with pollen motes
Yet upwards still to vaunting walls
Majestic greys and tumbling falls
Thrown from ledges dimly seen
As thread cracks trail their guiding sheen
To meet hued skies and glint-tipped peaks
It's here the mind's eye idly seeks.
