As the metallic bird soars over
The flurry of boundless clouds
The view is that of a frozen tundra
There are no truly distinguishable forms
No known mediums as far as the eye can see
But the celestial heavens are unconforming
With the many cracks and crevasses
Much as the land it shelters
The quakes, quarries, depressions, and ridges
All resembling the native land
Pillowing mountain ranges continue on
In an endless clouded procession
The sun highlights each detail
To bring an enlivening beauty to a domain
Unknown by our late descendants
I cannot help but be perplexed
By such a vast wasteland of such beauty
This beauty is untouchable
For no man can walk upon this blanket of white
He can only admire its overwhelming splendor
And benefit from its beguiling experience