StillA Poem by Treble
The wind rushes through the trees;
the sun blazes upon surfaces stiller than time. These surfaces move millimeter by millimeter, moment by moment, a motion so peaceful one could stand on it without fail. Curves created by forces of nature millions of years ago, only those who had the privilege of standing here long ago could know- truly know- what it's taken for these boulders, stereotyped to roll downhill, to sit unfaltering upon a single peak. The wind rushes through the trees; the sun blazes upon surfaces stronger than time.
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Added on November 9, 2018 Last Updated on November 9, 2018 AuthorTrebleAboutHi, I'm a young adult, and I love writing poetry and the occasional short story. more..Writing
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