| by fire forged...by water shaped...by wind’s embrace...by sunbeams draped...cold and heat...both friend and foe...raise the stones from depths below...through ages vast...through time untold...the inner earth...its secrets old...now stands tall where land runs free...a silent voice of history...the turkey buzzards ride the light...upon the solar winds in flight...the crow...a herald...sharp and keen...calls forth attention to the scene...on trembling feet...with cautious eyes...a young turkey stirs beneath the sky...the rabbit scurries...the squirrel near...foraging low...both drawn by fear...the heavens shift...the clouds roll wide...the sunbeams pierce...the light cascades...upon the stone...upon the land...a fleeting touch...a painter’s hand...in whispers soft...the earth confides...its song carried through windswept tides...of fire...water...wind...and stone...a voice eternal...deep and known... |
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