On Visiting a Cloud Forest

A sobering elegance so surreal,
Surrounds me from all directions.
My eyes struggle to absorb the limitless beauty,
As my mind rapidly transcends this dimension.
It’s queer how all that can’t be seen,
All that lies obscured behind these thickest of clouds,
Can have so profound an impact on my spiritual essence.
This mystical, white presence,
Engulfs my body and soul.

I stand here, precariously perched,
At the border where physical meets metaphysical.
The troubled ghouls of all who’ve passed,
Swim before me in this ethereal ooze.
They reach out to me,
Palms outstretched,
Seeking naught but a taste of earthen life;
A miniscule reminder of what we once shared.
Never before have I been so completely intertwined with Mother Nature,
Never before have I felt such overwhelming bliss.