Druid Hill

Air hears waters and stones babbling

Listen then not for waters or stones

But for the air

Air always leaving

But never gone

There lies the mystery

There exists the aromas and the drafts

Only the sensitive know

We are few

Since the settlers

Ruined the human beings

And the land

Leaves on sumptuous forest beds

Speak the ancient knowledge

Of the living and the dead

Only the wild know

Only the few

Human beings

Dare to listen to

The Air

 

George Geisinger

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I'm a wordsmith and a craftsman. I've been known to hand crochet just about anything escept granny squares. I've got about twenty titles in my name on the Kindle Store at Amazon.com.
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