per my rambling thoughts earlier.....
The High Points
Light strikes the high points
reflecting white and green
angling down to the valleys
filtered and fractured and true.
This is where life happens:
on the forest floor, the moss
soft and cool, the tiny darting creatures
oblivious to all but the next meal
or threat, clearings heated and brilliant,
rocks just right for basking in the sun.
The high points are too rare,
exposed as they are, nothing
can live long that close to the edge
of the atmosphere.