THE NORTH VIEW A SOLEMN LAND

The wind song soars over giant granite waves, frozen by time. It sings with a choir of billions. A chorus of orange, yellow and red.

Three million tomorrows become yesterdays before the ice changes the land, from mountains to sand.

Still the chorus remains the same. Of orange, of yellow, of red. The brilliance of life, yet dead.

A Solemn Land blazes then the wind song razes the choir to bow again.