The song is sung and the stories are toldthe sun is set and the night has fallen
forms have dissolved into the dark valley
distant mountains stood dispassionate
the river remained still like molten gold
the neutrality of the breeze claimed nothing
the sun did not take pride in the majestic sky
can the stillness of the birds claim the tranquility
can a melting candle pride the ownership of its flame
or can a midnight lily be proud of her fragrance
Only the human species are burdened by ownership.
photo: 'texas sun' / texas /summer2009©sebastian
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