Tell me a storyfrom a thousand years you’ve feltquiet granite stone.
Too short if overToo long if still going onLife is a bubble
Abated courage,shortened as butter, dew ispresent on…
Things that are groundedlive their lives to the fullestwith the blowing wind.
Grounded deep and stillin a dusty crowded townthis large breathing tree.
A lifetime well spentnow just basking in the suna log on the ground.
Sun slowly risesmorning mist evaporatesa bird passes through.