Nothing Beautiful Without Struggle

Even the gods love jokes* as sunset bleeds crimson across the Olympics;

makes lemonade from smog, while avalanche lilies remain patient under the retreating snowlines.

Wildflowers blooming dazzle the beholder, blind to nature’s trauma.

No longer staunch sentries, glaciers shrink from duty, exposing human faults.

Even the gods love jokes. Why am I not laughing?