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