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Sun's going down... Around my miniature height, Gloom is gathering itself To usher in the night. Beside the darkening feet Of towering trees, Shade-cooled and looking up, I see sunlight climb The upward reaches Of tall pines. Leaving shadows far below, Green needled branches ****** new growth: Yellow-candled greening flames, To see the sun, Greeting and adieu-ing Steady moving days. Light and life, Ageless quests: Upward reaching light Downward breaching water, Insatiable thrusting, Splitting stone, Spewing oxygen. Monstrous undertakings Glorious oversights. Fitting past times for giants, Mountain dwellers, Living at a pace too slow For careless passers-by to see. Silent pines Contemplate endless days, Moving or un-moving, Resolute certainty, Imperceptible sojourners Dominating vertical empires; Joyous, silent soldiers march Up and down these mountain sides, While I, mere mortal, pass Ant-like, Scurrying in wonder, Aware the urgency Of ephemeral routine, Mortal emergency... Beneath Tall Pines.
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May 24, 2012
May 24, 2012 at 3:10 PM UTC
Beneath Tall Pines: Meditation on the Trees of the Sierra Nevada Mountains in Northern California, 2012
Sun's going down... Around my miniature height, Gloom is gathering itself To usher in the night. Beside the darkening feet Of towering trees, Shade-cooled and looking up, I see sunlight climb The upward reaches Of tall pines. Leaving shadows far below, Green needled branches ****** new growth: Yellow-candled greening flames, To see the sun, Greeting and adieu-ing Steady moving days. Light and life, Ageless quests: Upward reaching light Downward breaching water, Insatiable thrusting, Splitting stone, Spewing oxygen. Monstrous undertakings Glorious oversights. Fitting past times for giants, Mountain dwellers, Living at a pace too slow For careless passers-by to see. Silent pines Contemplate endless days, Moving or un-moving, Resolute certainty, Imperceptible sojourners Dominating vertical empires; Joyous, silent soldiers march Up and down these mountain sides, While I, mere mortal, pass Ant-like, Scurrying in wonder, Aware the urgency Of ephemeral routine, Mortal emergency... Beneath Tall Pines.
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May 24, 2012
May 24, 2012 at 3:10 PM UTC
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