| in the heart of fire...where the embers glow...the stones were birthed from depths below...heat and pressure shaped their form till the earth released them in a storm...flung to the sky...they danced and swirled...seeking balance in a shifting world...each stone a tale...a whispered thread...of time’s embrace and trials wed...the wind...a keeper of their song...sings their stories all night long...softly humming...drifting free...through rolling hills and whispering trees...above them...hawks in spirals glide...carving paths through heaven wide...their shadows twist like painter’s hands...brushing dreams upon the lands...below...the deer in golden light...nibble grass in morning’s light...and a rabbit pauses…waiting for rainfall...hidden where the breezes call...the stones still balance...frail yet strong...their voices carried...lone yet long...earth’s embrace and time’s decree...a fragile song of destiny... |
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