Blossoms at Sunrise Over the Snowy Peak

White blossoms lean where quiet waters lie, A teal sky holds the day in patient blue. A striped sun warms the edges of the high, While snowline keeps its ancient, lucid view. The mountain listens, still as folded light, Its shadows poured in bands of distant stone. Between the bloom and summit, hush turns bright, And morning writes a postcard in its tone.