The Source is diminished
No longer does the stream dance
in cascading harmony
Across time worn rocks
The voice tired and stretched
Yearning for eternal rest
It’s motion tired and practiced
The stage abandoned
The script wrinkled and torn
The Peak no longer grasps for the Sun
It’s shoulders huddled and drawn
Beaten down by time
It’s hands
Centurions
Marching towards distant conquests
Beating footpaths on it’s once proud crest
It settles unto itself
Taking council with memory
Past dreams of glory and vibrancy
Dims
Flickers
A candle which no longer battles darkness
The Mountain falls
yet
Remembers…
Tags: Acceptance, eternity, life, seasons
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