Chop It Down
I wish to tear these mountains down! Rebuild them atom by atom in your mind Every molecule a monument to their beauty, so that you may remember them so long as you may live:
Flaming amber at daybreak; Violet and sage, wilted rose and orange peel at sunset.
Remnant of catastrophe. Earth shook her bed sheets and left a wrinkle on the aeons. "Quick, before Mars returns," let us take a moment to rest in the arms of her peaceful precipice.