The sun stares at the mountains
And thinks the streams within
Are captive beneath the stars
To be
Watched and sensored
The way the creek caresses
The Tops
The hills
Leaves one to imagine
The way we came
Is also the way we blame
For our nature
To submit to the higher power
And occupy the hour
In tasteful presumption
Decrees allegiance between
The mountains and its streams
And surpasses the questions of
What will be
If we will just see
The magic in believing
In the way we move
Is beyond a degree of regime
Then we can be new!


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