Tundra of Green

Frozen sails through mountain ice,
Ice becomes like rugged blades.
Blades so cold as dangerous vice,
A vice that cannot be trade.

To trade between of life and death,
Death is a cup of a watery soul.
For the soul is produce of breath,
Breath can be reap from such goal.

Yet the goal is beyond such beauty,
Beauty that melts beneath the sun.
A wild, florid nature to see,
See the wonder or leave it none.

None the hue of extravagant colors,
Colors that define the scene.
A scene of sea that strictly stirs
Into it that stirs a field of green.

Chain verse…

Art: Tundra by artbytheo


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