Clustered in natural columns, standing proudly,
regally flowing.
Tantamount to higher dreams, reality stirs
within a breeze.
Taken lightly, fortitude sits idly by, perchance
to dally among the servitude of God.
Glancing serenely atop their little world, seeing
life, it's entirety, in a look, searching
interiorly for the truth.
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