Why do you live so carelessly
In endless holler and scream;
Flowing from the behemoth granites,
Across the snow-covered plains,
and to my front door.
Why can you not feel the silence
Beneath our baren canopies
and understand the deep sleep
of regeneration.
Your roars may humble the beasts
But these woods –
These ancient woods will come alive
Long after you have passed.
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