There is a story constantly being told
-its in the drumming of mountains
-ancient stone rising upward.
Its in the eyes of children seeking understanding
and the games they play when alone.
All the myriad freedoms of animals
the beauty of a wilderness through seasons
ever on the march around the Sun.
The story is unfolding and changing
and staying the same all at once
Its in the drumming of mountains
-ancient stone rising upward.