Hour 5.

oh you silent pebble folk

    many a time have I met with you.
by foot
by bike
or  by board
have I visited you in your flowery realm
and beyond you I have gone
to the rock folk
engraved as part of
your surroundings
in the great rock faces that
reach for the sky.
Often too
have I lain beneath
the wise old trees
that shelter all the peoples of the realm
felt their long woven trunks
stumbled upon
their strong
warped roots.
I have seen the rain fall
eagerly consumed by the earth below.
Your provisions are more valuable then all the money in the world:
Peace for the innocent.
Solitude for the experienced.

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