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Settled atop a scabrous stone, rippled with mossy strands
Weathered coarse throughout aeons of shepherding travelers
I perch, a progeny of the vast woodlands
It is here I inspire, the cartographerís eidetic recollection
The artistís dexterous finesse, and the bardís merry wit
As I have performed for those lost in essence
A breeze sails in on wings of articulation  
And I catch the whispers of the deep Autumn zephyr
Many by the birds, in the arias they sing to me
But certainly none astray amidst Her sheltered domain
Stolen away beneath cultivating sunlight
Apolloís glow cast overhead, chasing warmth into my roots
Providing me with an illustrious landscape view
Ornamental patterns dodge through layered scales of leaves
Only to paint their shaken brethren upon the forest floor
With soft white centers and flourished gold borders
And the rhythmic cadence of water in ribbons through valleys of sand
Where fish leisurely flow downstream on the current
Where I bide something of my time
Such as many another, contributing their own ambience †  
The regal pace of the stag entwined with gentle eyes †
Goes unbroken upon my reveal, my contrast undisguised  
We are all akin to Her mindís eye model
I am a child of Her design, with knots and dashes etched into my skin
Unyielding and vigorous since my dawning here
For now and tomorrow, without evermore
For the birds will continue their melodies, and many others will hearten
The likes of the cartographer, the artist, and the bard
But when I cease, they will never find another of me
Written by Druid
Published | Edited 5th Aug 2012
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