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A light storm hangs above the forest,
A soft buzz of animals lifts the air’s stillness,
The small clearing sits with uncompared beauty,
The Imperial grace of the Elder’s statues sat dormant,
10 stone giants glistened with little dew drops,
The same place that was once host to lavish parties,
Pale Terra slowly over-took the relics,
Empty eyes of old comrades always watched the ever-changing landscape,
Warm air flows like soft breaths,
Sparrows - Jays - Cardinals - Finches & Doves,
They fly like racers between the trees,
Silence fills the surrounding wood as rain pours heavier,
Careful hands run over cracked stone,
One of the few guests seen in millennia,
Light steps circle around the tarnished pedestals,
Jewel eyed never expecting to have company again,
Knowing & respectful gaze surveys yet sparkles with wonder,
The urge to be heard after centuries,
Now will always be seen,
By any & all,
By him or her or themselves,
To see on their own,
Well known to all - to none - to the past & future,
Good nor evil can make their memory sway,
From every room in every land they were once known,
Tis only in legend & myth of their deeds now,
The silent watchers of creation itself,
That of Light & Life,
Of Hidden Shadows & the Afterlife they stand,
Those of the beckoning Winds,
The Fathers of the Terra & Sea,
The Mothers of Magical mystery & Crystalline beauty,
A hidden Flame burning in silent eyes,
Watching the Celestial skies & Eon waves,
They watch as what they made expands,
Always quiet with unspoken thoughts,
The storm ebbs as winds chime & swirl,
Another blissful evening to come.