Palantir The Storm Feeds The River
The tree
older than the flesh
mightier than the animal king
bends with her breathing
rips away with a whisper
The Stone
older than the roots
mightier than the legions of man
returns to dust
as her fingers exfoliate the Earth
The threat moves on
though her song still sounds in the mountains
the sun begins to burn through
its black veil
animals creep from dens
they are drawn by the roar of the river
She has granted
the hand of life
a gift for all to drink
what was brown becomes green
what were seeds become trees
The storm feeds the river!
