Alpine desert

Alpine desert by Ian Ernzer

An alpine mountain on a desert plateau continues, spanning from here    to there.
Underneath it all, a young seed planted, slowly grows.

Unsure of what will grow, but I can feel it.
No form and no shape.

Prediction is a game that passes time.
an ultimate plan of symbiotic bodies.

A bumble-bee lands on the poppy that sprouts through a crack in the ice.
Then—and only then—will it make sense.