An intersection of the plain

By the bank of some great stream

The animal carcasses

And skeletons would be

Entombed

Tomorrow in a year

Tomorrow in a million years

Ages resting in

The rings of a tree.

Fossils in lay in slate

Marking the old forest's edge

I've stood on a mountain

Dividing three regions.

Then it was just a pebble

That I held inside my hand

In between each flap

Of a butterfly's wings,

Countless changes

That have gone on unnoticed

A cricket rubs it's forewings

Together and I am forced

To think of the time that it's taken

To build

Mountains fossils

Larva lava