Spirit Island

The spirit of the island; Where snow blankets mountains; Where wisps of weather shroud their peaks; Where paintbrush pines daub their bristles on the sky; Where we gaze at their reflection in the mirror lake; Where we cannot see what canvas lies beyond; Where a lazy log peeks at the scene; Where stepping boulders shatter the glass; Where the reflections ripple; Where an eagle screams a greeting and leaves; Where we press our footprints in the muddy bank; Where the silver water wipes their memory; Where there now is silence; Where only our spirits remain and wonder.    ...
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