
From the fjordsThe sky's a different shade here,From the fjords by ~Tanton
the trees of other root.
The soil, with pure emotion,
caresses each clean shoot.
As time itself seems halted
to him with open mind,
the majesty in silence
makes minions of mankind.
When life pass by around him,
behind him and beyond,
with brief, but lustful longing
he'll linger, then abscond.
The beauty of his moment
no stranger can relay.
Nor will he ever try to,
the native, save to stay.