My eyes, once closed to bloodied fields of gray have released a once veiled door.
I saw this gentle golden ray upon the soft white surrounding my view;
sending out a spreading glimmer to all it could possibly meet.
Short-lived imprints then followed me while wandering here to there;
I grew unsure of the scene before me, because no path lay bare.
So I nestled beside a majestic trunk in nature's historic domain;
with a whistling gust of wind it stood firm, whilst releasing a gentle sigh.
Looking up along its armor I began to feel dizzy, for it towered over all;
with arms reaching out to place a kiss upon a glaring winter's sky.
I then turned around in startled gaze to witness a choreographed display;
I arose to see four graceful dancers appear from brush nearby.
They dashed and pranced to elude the dangers, with instincts to survive;
with desperate chase they find safe refuge amidst a camouflage of briers.
And set in backdrops motionless against a heavenly canvas aglow;
images of white, brown, and green seem to be attached with mystical glue.
Pillowed clouds flow along their peaks bringing fresh blankets of snow;
a miniature world filled with its own production set for another's muse.
Upon shadows cast, I looked high to find a wonder searching for a prey;
then soaring about in circles, as the hunt's already begun.
With a bolt it dove down to the soil from out of a burnt dusk sky;
it was then too late for the hunted, there was no place for it to hide.
I then knelt beside a microcosmic world, lying beneath a teal cascade;
although carefully concealed, it enhanced this spectacular show.
I closed my eyes to hear a steady calming motion relaxing me within;
where insects drift along as passengers down a tempered rippling flow.
But with crashing and swirling that steady calm soon would end;
because gravity will win, again and again.
My lungs filled with oxygen, while my mind receives new birth;
I look out in awe, observing this fragile stage of created impressions.
I wait anxiously to be shown other wonders from this brilliant day;
my thanks are given for this preserved exhibit of amazing perfection;
untouched from the effects of chaos once portrayed.