The sun peaks from behind the mountain,
The cold defeats the warmth in the air...

Don't dodge the duck ducking under the dover dog...
Whew...

Confusion surrounds me
Little words puncture my soul...

Towering over, massive and peaceful,
Trampling everything, call me immense...

Victory comes into reach
Finally outs smarting you...

Blue moons, scruffy grasses
gentle stretch, repetitive beat...

Searing pain, surgery, hurt.
Such beauty can have so much wrong behind it...

I imagine depressingly
what it must feel like...

Was such a small soft soul
that was enshrined in a hole...

Trying to find what this is meant for.
i know, but i cant seem to grasp...