The scenery is delicate
Rare and hard to replicate
It is always contemporary
Enjoy it, for it’s temporary
Where is this scenery?
Thoughts, in a plenary
Block our line of sight
They’re too many, to fight
The scenery has power
To reform the dull and dour
Their thoughts will part
Clearing the way to the heart
The scenery’s refreshed
At the heartbeat’s request
In each, a new one will appear
When we watch, it will be clear