As I ascended the hill

the air became ever more still

until it hung crystal as a chandelier,

pine forests leaning dark

against a clear stunning sky of biting cold.

and when I reached the lake

it was glass as sure as a dream,

as deep as its needs required,

a secret hid from man in his selfish trance.

and I thought looking back to hear no sound

there was the whispering of a crystal elfin dance.