mountain minute

Booming mountainous masses

of ancient rock,

towering over the pebbles of significance below.

So supreme that clouds cannot attempt

to cast shade upon the entirety at once.

Shifting patches of light and dark

dance upon the stony surface,

as the trees of days past

stand stoically like soldiers;

warriors of the mountain;

eternally on gaurd

eternally proud.

perfect rows of natural things, making reality perfectly surreal.

Imaginatively huge;

I am insurmountably small.

Blue crystaline

windows of heaven above

add to the omnipotence of Big Brother.

The brother of the first ones

those born of, to and for the land.

The stone is rippling now,

waves of time passing

No One by;

showering the earth with mountain minutes

cast by Time himself.

Eternity at our feet.

Infinity in our hands.

Done