Life
Ravaged forests again take root
Life nestling within the sturdy acorn
Cannot be throttled
Ashes reborn yield bitter fruit
Fragrance scattered upon the winds
Cannot be bottled
The Old and the New
What shall Lord and land and hall and bower
Castle and fen and glade and tower
Say to a world of Facebook and iron birds?
“Well, Google us to find the words!”
Featured Image: “A Storm in the Rocky Mountains” by Albert Bierstadt.
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Thanks for the picture, to whoever chose it. It is splendid.