The Harried Mystic

1

rings of years and shows of scars, watchers of epochal landscapes changed,

great arms of Mnemosyne, in greenness and dew, tell tales in silence of things rearranged.

long-suffering and true, no vow ever deeper, no focus so treasured, so dear,

tall guardians cherishing smallness, guiding hands for all that draw near.

2

fires, floods, diseases and quakes,  lumberjacks missions to slash and erase,

sweet spires of Paradise are mercilessly defaced.

great Spirit of the woods, father of the skies, mother of the common and the rare,

can you move hearts among us, can you move all to care?

3

memories now fading, stories yet untold,  shadows crossing crumbled towers,

noble heros rise and choke the darkness, be midwives for future’s flowers.

we are mere dust alive with purpose, off-springs of love and wonder,

the sundial shadow falls again, no more of Eden’s Plunder.

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