The beasts in fields of wilderness,
Their breath sustains the old growth,
As well as, the newly-reaching verdure...
And, the men, whose labor taught their kin to shed the habits of the wild...
They share their vistas with the celestial, the sky, with vast sapphirine
Their breath sustains the old growth,
As well as, the newly-reaching verdure...
And, the men, whose labor taught their kin to shed the habits of the wild...
They share their vistas with the celestial, the sky, with vast sapphirine
pools and the ever-escaping horizon...
Their tasks and repetitive cadences, replace the silence of our growing,
Their tasks and repetitive cadences, replace the silence of our growing,
Earthen Matriarch...
As their world spins, miniscule, within the breadth of the cold stare of distant galaxies...
The wanderers, the nomads and explorers traverse their aging Sanctum...
Building, foraging and whispering-away their knowledge into the shifting winds;
Gifting everything and all with the lessons they had no choice, but to learn--utilize and revise...
Stirring an idea, to cause a thought, which finds significance--and becomes a memory...
Passed on as memories;
As the next generation's culture and identity.
As their world spins, miniscule, within the breadth of the cold stare of distant galaxies...
The wanderers, the nomads and explorers traverse their aging Sanctum...
Building, foraging and whispering-away their knowledge into the shifting winds;
Gifting everything and all with the lessons they had no choice, but to learn--utilize and revise...
Stirring an idea, to cause a thought, which finds significance--and becomes a memory...
Passed on as memories;
As the next generation's culture and identity.
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