In silent saunters
And in deep azure glow
The stars drift above the gentle, lapping waves
On the time worn beach neutrons fall
Fired out and well traveled
Upon these sylvan shores
Lost to time, though exalted by man
Guide to our lost wonderings
Guardian of our saccharine dreams
——
Beneath my cone burdened baughs
The water of four thousand snowmelts
Thunder past in their seasonal, ebbing tide
Just beyond the sipping straws of my roots
The water slowly takes its gritty tole upon the granite
With each lick and wash taking the river bed deeper
Away from my verdant needles and cracking bark
To the glory of the sun and the weight of the snow
I have dedicated my patient growth
In the kind company of fungi and lichen
I have passed my millenia
Upon this rock I stand, withered and old
But youthful in my sylvian journey
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Glaciers thunder in cascading triumph
An angelic symphony from on high
Sounding froth from the trumpets and horns
Of ice enthroned upon volcanic caldera
From the punishing rays of the sun
Resplinant with gamma rays and heat
The notes of destruction are harmonized and honed
Until in orgasmic harmony melody flows forth
Smashing upon the cymbals of rock
And echoing down the sonorous valley
