Skeletal Tree ten thousand feet above everything, ideas come slowly, oxygen so scarce! i see tree-bones death has visited this chilly place before my time. at this altitude trees are an expense or luxury, perhaps. nothing much lives forever. not such trees, so beautiful even in death. good things end. time conceals many surprises. so many, so often. evil too ceases. we live for that. as long as it lasts, it seems so long. and we are left, for good, or ill, with bare-limbed reminders.