Old

This land is old and worn

smoothed by innumerable years

Mountains that once reached for the heavens

Are now brought down to earth.

 

A shroud of live covers the low hills

Blanketing the earth in soft green

Rivers broad and deep

Many paths explored, now set.

 

Settling down to sleep,

How long will the peace last?

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