Poems are a friend

The Mountains show their bones
the floor glows proudly
Do they show off for our praises and admiration
or just because they can
the glacier water runs though it
only where it can these days
the blue sky blankets it all
but never covers it up
It projects the beauty
enhancing every lack of pixel
and it goes on forever
and it always will
Is your magic under the blanket
how did it find me
hold it tight
or surely it will be forgotten
for it is magic