A misty mountain
Shrouded by air thick with moisture
That covers the fruitful landscape.
Such emptiness beneath it all,
Yet such beauty in our eyes.
The tree whispers sweetly;
Silently to its ever-changing leaves,
Pleading that they don't
Die again come fall.
Veiled by the moist haze
The tree will never understand the emptiness;
Everything is made to be unmade --
Here on the Misty Mountain,
The air is thick with moisture,
Clouding the perspective
Of the human mind...