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Enlightening Cavern
On a hot summer day in the hills I went underground searching for thrills Fifty Eight degrees year around In the darkness, enlightenment was found Down here is where it all began Unearthed bones of earlier man A small stream is what's left of the ocean Hands of time, run in slow motion Crystalline icicle looking stalactites Meet and greet, ever growing stalagmites Multicolored water drips like rain To formations of colors with no name The albino blind salamander commands Sun starved creatures on diamond dust sands And drip stones silently grow Resident bats freely come and go Ever changing pillars support a vaulted ceiling Convenient and aesthetically appealing Father Time spins his potter's wheel His masterpiece is patiently revealed Occasionally Mother Earth gets jealous Becomes a tad bit overzealous Withholding minerals he needs He chisels sandstone as he slowly breathes I think to myself, how ironic This old cave drinks a mineral tonic In human vanity, it's time we fear Hence the beauty of millions of years an original poem by the "poemdog" Daniel Turner
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