On a mountain

Here in the upper reaches of the mountain
We rest on a sun-baked rocky slope.
 
How the continents must have heaved and clashed
And gentle water coaxed the valleys.
Once upon a time.
 
Now we see the land below
The trees bunched like tightly woven wool
The houses and paths and cerulean lakes in miniature.
In the silence a lark twitters somewhere.
A strand of breeze brings the warm scent of wildflowers
And the essence of time.
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