See the ridge in the distance, rising
peaks that touch the dawn.
Green risers in steppes from the base
prove the diversity of the deceivingly
monotonous greenery,
betraying deeper wisdom.
How much they must have to teach.
Ancients gaze from their heights,
not down but out,
daring me to reach,
to touch their
burning edges
and endure the sunrise
without remorse.
How far their eyes must reach.
