Somewhere is a garden
bedding unappreciated
flowers

love of budding beauties
who were thrown away as weeds.

Somewhere is a seashore
kissing on the peaks of
high tide

silvered smile of evening
watching from behind the clouds.

Somewhere is a mountain
standing sentry over
the planes

beard of snow unbraided
by gray hands, occupied

shouldering the sky.

Penned by my hand on the 11th of Glacian, in the year 586 AF.