2000 metres up
a sight for sore eyes
Everywhere
An entirety of colour
that excites the eyes
To care
Fulfilment of the spirit
brimming with such light
Wild flower carpets
deck the place
With character building sight
Butterflies so delicate
sup the nectar sweet
Cajoled by alpine breezes
in a slightly rising heat
Not that we would notice
but the sensitive plants adjust
They set seed
rather than reach the sky
And leaf,
Because they must
This is their time
to reproduce
To maintain
themselves, and
Ensure above the tree line
That the matter is in hand
This is
the ever changing world
Its Victims everywhere
They scuttle underneath the earth
And nobody knows they are there