An elvish tunnel keeps us straight The sun appears, celebrating the land ahead Chasing roads pour through the landscape Our shadow ripples crossing fields of stubble
Young birch trees line up in military fashion Guardians of the soil Snowy patches iron out the footsteps of giants of old A red barn on sentry hill views our passing
A plane of the air competes with a dashing bird A pausative moment, a place of waiting Bodies cloaked in winter garb climb aboard Norwegian speak intensifies the air
Whitish cloaking embers of a winters cold mount Peeking through the earth, rock forms project Ever attired in greenest of shawls Jewelled broaches beckon the hardy
Ripples into a dark blue chasm flow past An upturned dinghy agog on stony shore Straddling feeding waters, metal forms bridge the gap Lake edges repent in turning crusty white
Snow dunes blown across the frozen water Mountain passes hewn by a river of time Shadows shortening, eaten by the glare of the snow Roofs laden with the weight of winter passing
Froth of earth spews from rocky slopes Abandoned wooden house relics hang onto warmer times Upon the arched backs of trolls amass the mighty peaks Patchwork misty breaths gather within their ranks for story tellers to listen
Where ever we are taken in life Our environment forms a pathway to our learning , our beliefs and our decisions. We need to absorb this planet's feedback and protect what we have. Our effects are there to be seen and a natural balance observed.