One feels it here:
The imponderably ancient
Succession of lives,
Rubble of animal vegetable mineral
Tangled in quiet ravines
Or strewn along mountain lakes,
Momentary the green & sentient
Bound the same,
Wind rising and falling,
Ten thousand years.
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Inspiring, Craig. Your titles tho, i'm confused about. Seems you do descriptions, primarily. In which case, i haven't visited the locations. best care, sjg