Sage advice awaits amidst the amorous atmosphere surrounding the stone-grown glory,
which flows amongst the mountainous splendor of well-worn wonders wandering hither and thither quite freely.
From the bark of a puppy dog
to the croak of a bullfrog
She knows the language of life
From the pussy cat’s “Meow”
to the Willow’s humble bow
She knows the signs of strife
After most of us have passed away
a piece of us is left to stay
hanging on for
on the future
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Stealing a glance under my branch,
I spied a green-eyed lady,
as if, by Chance, or Fate’s romance,
she found me cool and shady.
I heard her sigh for times gone by,
her breath grew slow and steady.
I knew not why, but in her cry,
old tears stood at the ready.
Releasing all, the rain did fall
on ruddy roots and timber.
Like thunder calls that break down walls;
like leaves turn in September.