Fog enshrouds the eastern slopes, daylight young,
The chance of dawning drizzle is imminent,
Soon all that is unseen shall to sight have sprung,
The most wonderful of vistas, transcendent:
The unspoiled balance of homeostasis;
All alpines and planes that grade, unobstructed,
All views stretch further, wane with hues of faintness,
How fragile and complex the biome has wended.
A romancer of views as far the eye espies;
A ponderer of stars too, I think on thee,
Of why the impearled skies came to be comprised,
To marvel and gaze at the concentric chase be:
Evolving beams make landfall, some dulled by time,
Their diorama plays out by tableau and mime.
© Adam Archer 2020