Not often allowed a glimpse into nature.

Years consumed by labor of survival

Daylight bereft, a vacuum hidden in shadows

Escaping only through the twilight hour

Mortar fends the wind away

Saltened sprays never reach the face

Repelled golden rays drop carelessly

Another day emptied, betrayed

Though trapped in florescent light

A single moment of reprieve

Choreographed across Earth's canvas

It is but a captured dance.