The Ancient Stone Forest
The rushing rivers falling fast
With fury born on high,
Cut deeply into ages past
Where fossil forests lie.
Their life and death transformed to stone
Yet titan trees are proud
To lie together yet alone;
A stone-honed silent shroud.
The arthropods like trilobites
Once flourished until fate
Sent them to depths devoid of light
As salt beds turned to slate.
Today they stay with limb and root,
Their pose a righteous crown;
Pre-cambrian volcanic soot
Would mark trees soon to drown.
Illusion of great time will flee
When first one's gaze is cast
Upon eternal eulogy
To whispered grandeur past.
As trees of stone succumbed to sea
No human soul was there
To witness somber majesty
Become majestic prayer.
A primal wisdom speaks from youth
To minds that realign
Their comfort with the blended truth
Hard bound inside this shrine.
Copyright © Tom Mcmurray | Year Posted 2018
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