Sol baked slope
Grey green sage
Deserted scenes
Though life adorned
Refractions shimmer
Warmed over earthly rage
Engulfing golden aura mourns
Dark drab needles
Alpine firs
Watching, whispering, wondering
Spirit world sentinels
Distant thunder grimly slaps
Dark clouds seek to reign
A drop, a drop, a splash
Sustenance again
RD
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