A fork, a clear stream
A lake, circled by sheer cliffs
White shale, ground shattered
Windchill, bitter, howling
Echoes of a bygone age
Singing true, shorn, bare
Just enough effort
The bare minimum, none more
And watch from afar
Distant, isolate
Three sharp cones, towering tall
Crowning the bright world
Wrong order, bad task
Undo, redo, more to ask
Needless, beyond scope