Nucleotides and Stratagems

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.