Granite
Heart deeply reaching;
Scared sides, pinion's burned,
Lion's silenced screams reverberating
Off boulders cracked and scared black by passing Inferno
Winter's still and silent grip close upon her wounded face. Holding hostage earth's primal healing.
Spring.
A coming promise not realized.
A sleeping of a million dreams.
A new awakening.
The air filled with sweet sounds:
Birds rioting, grass growing, new trees reaching timidly for the azure sky as the Mountain watches stoically;
reaching deeply into time
Primeval wisdom revealing healing secrets long held in the ancient rocks.
Fire's searing cleansing creates abundant new life.
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