Artos-Pendragon

Gargantuan lofty heights Glimmering softly The bright white snow Covering like a thick blanket Over the solid rocky summit Trudging about here and there Wind whipping harshly Against the small frail frame Sitting on the last ledge Before the precipice Looking about this winter wonderland Several jagged boulders Such a daring distance below Hiding in the shadows Not a cloud looming ahead While the early summer's mist Enshrouds the figure While the sun beats through in vain A mountainous place That knows no boundaries

Colorful, Soft, And brittle Facing the sun, Drinking from Earth, Bowing to gravity Whether exotic Or indigenous, Wild, Or domestic, Creating a balance Of natural world And human convenience