Where footling trees do grow nature, apologies need not know vistas look back at you with eyes of snow stones, high meadows, and silver timber knots purple lupines and fire-weed that blush pink held firm in gravel hands meet lichened erratics where mountain's complexion in eon's blink altered antonym of greens and browns chromatic Where footling trees do grow clouds shoot over passes round to sprinkle, clap showers or to plow flows marmots don down and burrow to ground