Spirit

The mountain,
One tree, to another, 
Grove.
Over each stone,
I...
On big stone,
out of earth has grown?
And they say,
Will fall, crumbling, with the wind, that's blown.
A river, and forest bed.
The antlers of a deer,
A white skull
Now dead
A wasp on a redish flower!
Mountain
A whole, much more, than it's parts.
So deep, and live,
And mysterious.


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