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Majestically honouring the creator

in a quiet and secluded place

a rocky castle was built by nature,

elevated from the bowels of earth.

Archaic in structure, solid and inflexible

an architectural miracle

transcending a surreal stupefaction.

Rich in nourishment

for some biological species.

In the top of the cliff

the stage of the great maestro

succumbs to God is feet

among clouds cloaked with haze

refreshing its conspicuous roots.

In its long and steady branches

the nest of a golden eagle

dwells amid the leaves.

The wind whistled in its branches

scattering messages from a recent past.

Memories from fallen civilizations crucified by greed.

The maestro and its apprentice convey this revelation

by spreading waves of vibrant sounds

to all the trees of the valley.

Given to it by chance the divine faculty

because it is blessed by shape and splendour.

Glad to embrace its fate

picturing in energy what it receives.

Transferring for its fellows

in their inflicted blindness.

Memories from fallen civilizations crucified by greed.