The mountain’s quiet whispers heard early in the morning mist
Rising to the ridge with diamond drips on popular leaves
Light resonating the sound of earth’s call
Reminding us to slow down and open our eyes
Reminding us to listen
To a time in which the silent falling leaves
Not unheard
Not slipping by unobserved
Touching our ear as we heed the warning
Heard on beating drums of war
Leaving the mountain whispers less than so
A still reminder
Earth’s whisper bending the ear
A quiet but solid foundation
Standing firm in nature’s call to arms.
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