Apathetic Apex

Billowing hanging clouds harmonize with snow dusted summits.

Goats drift fluently from jagged peak to jutted base,
their beards mimic each stir of the bitter breeze.

The sun gently coaxes dawning shadows to retreat,
reminding each entity of its appearance and punctuality.

Existence is expelled across an entire asymmetric expanse,
yet unscathed snow provides an uncanny uniformity.

Darkness attempts to reclaim its seized earth,
only to be divided into thin unimpressive shadows.

An enigmatic film coats the sharpened apex,
densely obscuring a distant clarity.

As dusk awakens from a shy and lengthy slumber,
it shoves the sun beneath the anchored skyline.

Deep reds and purples are emitted through the fog,
the sun's tart tears pierce through the indifferent dusk.

Nature looks on with a silent and unabated scorn,
unwilling to interfere with the scuffle of her children.

She stresses the dangers of her family's hostility,
and how it can devastate the important infrastructure.

But her offspring do not adhere to her advice,
now that father time has cruelly abandoned them.

She paces a long while, confused and dazed,
unable to assert herself without another's affirmation.

Eventually, she blindly wanders into a harsh sleep,
doubting she'll encounter any respect by morning.