A Thought On Mountains

Seas Caves

Neither the passage of time nor the wrath of the sky diminishes them.

Even the raging passion of the ocean’s rhythm retreats from their strength,

only to return

entreating

entry.
Devoted guardians they unlock the shade of twilight and welcome their sister,

 cradling

her in placid pools.

She is nourished and life begins.

About Anna Pizzulo Moyer

Creative Writer-Property Manager-Lover of Animals, Plants and People.
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