Are the hills alive?
The hills grow with time
Pushed up by tectonic plates
Meantime it comes alive with
With flowers, birds and bees
As thousands of generations of us
Are born, grow old and die away
Then those hills wither in the weather
As thousands more human generations
Nourish, flourish then perish
On these same hills destined to vanish
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Next time you seek your breath

wow . . . thanks for adding on to this! the first line has been echoing in my head for weeks, but i couldn't find the words to follow. this is lovely. -chandler
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Thank you Chandler. Before pirating your title, I was wondering what you had in mind. Claude