Gentle insect in the lichen
What harmony have you known
Nestled amid the ancient rocks,
Brightly caroling the soft roots of ferns?
Would it be the summer bluebird
Who rustles and perturbs your verdant world?
What warm secrets has the forest shared
Whispering to the moss and springs?
Your seasons are colored by intuition,
Never knowing a disturbed thought.
Of the many nights you've pondered,
Observing the dynamic dusk,
You have never withered.
You've always risen
like the earthen columns you call home.
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