Stealthy as white night with fingers twined about slender trunks, lingering over frosted blades. Caressing. Poised. Its embrace ethereal. Cloaking rock, stone and earth as it hangs, cleaving in vain before the advancing bright.
How small we seem When from the outside seen. How large we be When from within we see. Just a pinprick in time When we gauge the line. But expansive we are When we look afar. In this we may confide For it is ours to decide.