Peace

"To live is to suffer, to survive is to find some meaning
In the suffering" - Nietzsche


The majestic chiseled rock and stone,
was mysteriously lodged
between its ghostly white snowy bones.
Clouds strangely pale in comparison.
Hope has made itself known.
Rugged peaks distort the bleak.
This mountainous nectar
is what the weary mind seeks.
Orchard colored flowers, suspend the hours.
Peace, too, can devour.