| spire of stone...from earth's deep core...fragile balance...each rock on rock...silent plea...against the wind's wild tyranny...no mortar binds...no hand has set...aggregate...monument to time's slow set...winter's grip...on frozen land...snow lies deep...blanket white...reflecting sun...with pale, cold light...around the stones...a frozen scene...where life persists...though sharp and keen...winter's breath...a chilling blast...creatures stir...that hold fast...blue jays flit...feathers bright...across the landscape...day and night...a rabbit sits...fur brownish gray...against the snow...it melts away...another hops...cautious tread...across the drifts...seeds are spread...a squirrel twitches...a fleeting glimpse...a hurried glance...then darts away...with bushy tail...upon the snow...a winding trail...the stones stand still...silent grace...in timeless watch...in frozen space...snows of countless years...sun's warm kiss...falling tears...winter's winds...rustle through barren trees...earth's slow...patient silent power...timeless gift...blue jays call...sharp...clear crisp cry...echoing beneath the ribboned sky...rabbits huddle...close and warm...sheltered from the winter storm...the squirrel burrows...deep below...beneath the snow...the stones...fragile stack...a silent story...to ages past when earth was young...before the creatures had begun...their dance of life...in sun and snow...around the stones...in softly glow...with inner light...hidden fire...deep connection...to earth's own heart...a constant beat...winter's hush...serene and sweet...so stands the aggregate...fragile balance...all alone...witness to the changing scene...where time and space...convene and glean...a moment's peace...in winter's cold, and frozen space... |
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