Nucleotides And Stratagems Poem by John Weber

Up the slope, I climb the vista
to elevate my placid view.
Beneath my feet, the bed soil sighs
while dropping beads of morning dew.

At the summit, my breath charging,
I bask in such a dimpled shore:
each little dot, a soul profound
shooting like prisms from their core.

Shifting my glance to search behind,
markers in stone shout from the ground.
Stratagems feed nucleotides
to snuff the joy of life we've found.