| beneath a shifting grey sky...on windswept crags where thin grass pushed through rock...deep tremors awoke the sleeping stones...and they tumbled out from the earth...one by one…with an unknown grace...they found their places...each upon each...a fragile tower grew strangely...a silent pledge of balanced stone...every surface held its history...the score of glaciers...the trace of water...a geologic mystery etched on each weathered face...nearby...life sought comfort and meaning...a squirrel and rabbits watched and nibbled in silence...jays and crows pecked the grass for food...while others perched above...observing and calling out through the gusting air...above...grey clouds formed mythical shapes...lions...dragons...and griffins drifting slowly...higher still...homeward flocks of geese flew...their ancient calls drifting down...thus...the cairn remains...meticulously arranged by fortuity...while creatures watch and the heavens dream...a fragile balance...softly made...remains for a moment beside the deep flow of the world passing... |
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