14 February 2013
Diamond spires, Reaching up So high They may Be cloaked In a Blanket of Cold fur, Yet emerald Spikes catch Freezing, so Are also With pristine Beauty, so Pure as To be Perfect.
Yet we Then come Scattering grey Lines, and Blacks, reds, Blues, greens And brown Squares, that We may Take advantage Of the Beauty.
But we Still can't Stop nature As she Still finds Ways to Keep those Diamond spires Beautiful and Pure
To The Mountain • Opuss № I