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the spring gave way with a breath so warm...as buds turned bold in the sunlit storm...and deep in the belly where the magma swirled...a restless stone dreamed of the upper world...it rode the fire with a thunder’s pace...spat from earth with a newborn face...scorched and raw...but longing still...to find its kin beyond the hill...through rain and quake it rolled and turned...past roots of trees and logs half burned...it met another...smooth and grey...together they chased the light of day...more joined in from forest deep...from rivers edge and canyon steep...till a tower rose by silent decree...a cairn of tales beneath the tree...balanced brave on trembling bone...each stone hummed with a tale their own...of molten song and cooling grace...of flight from fire to this holy place...crows perched high on the granite ledge...saxophone sounds swept through cedar hedge...whitetail deer came with solemn eyes...to hear the stones beneath the skies...raccoons danced with gentle paws...while soft brushes kept the time they saw...turkey vultures wheeled on high...tracing bison and beaver in the sky...the clouds broke warm into horse shaped dreams...as summer sang in golden beams...and though no word was ever said...the tower told all in notes instead...now twilight falls on grass so high...with dragonflies like sparks that fly...and hush of wind through pine and oak...plays harmony the tower spoke...each stone begins a softer tune...a ballad born beneath the moon...of ancient seas and mountains passed...of centuries turned to breath at last...the saxophone moans through purple haze...while slide guitars recall old days...the brush strokes dance on rhythms slow...like doe step trails where night things go...whitetail deer in stillness hear...the secrets etched through rock and year...while raccoons linger...stories drawn...and crows nod wisely toward the dawn...above them glide the turkey vultures proud...their wings wide set against the cloud...in forms of beaver...bison...horse...the sky alive with spirit force...and so they keep the sacred rite...stone and wind and dusk and light...a tower not of steel or fame...but song that bears the world’s true name…