Serene, and Untouched

above a bed of ice, lay floating as if on air, an untouched beauty. Indescribable to some, but unnoticed by others. It's a wonder, millions of years of evolution all around you, each second, but few stop to look, I wonder if that's what dying does. Maybe it opens your eyes to things you could never see before, maybe it leaves you in eternal serenity, or does your soul just lay in a grave entombed to rot for a lifetime. But all that matters is that the few that stop to look, see the beauty before them.