The Landscape of Two

The grey, thick and viscous
Like a knife in it wouldn't fall through
So solid that its airiness
Was lost in its dull hue
Unlike the usual sky
Unlike its semi fluid state
Instead imposing and dark
Like written on and rubbed off slate
Under that gelatinous heaven
The green stood its beautiful ground
Its freshness eternal and sombre
As it cast its airy blessings around
The gentle movements, the light bitter taste
The caressing rustles, like the dance of the earth
And the earth's grace
They stood together -
One ablaze with earthy glory
The other like the words of a weeping story.