Pyrenees

Snow-capped towers along the Pyrenees

rolling hills withdraw thy shaky, weak breath

below ravines, escaping tyrannies.

Razorback edges, stooped in hidden death

stranded nowhere, showing his secret depth.

Continuous paths forced to undulate, 

struggling in navigating what dureth 

passing those pilgrims daring to migrate,

a vision engrained, unfailing to captivate. 

Those mountains, among clouds and touching skies,

beyond the path and man’s concealed control. 

The vast distance appears frozen to thine eyes,

my thoughts mindlessly wonder as I stroll,

remains of a danger, trees stained charcoal

sprout new life society dare not touch.

Further and further away from man’s toll

pure silence, no soul here, not one to clutch

mountains soothing, never enough, never too much.