The Evensong
Now the picnickers are gone
Empty benches frozen in time
Trees lean towards the light
Lovers at the lake are hearing
The evensong coming
All the way from summer
The giant rocks have been here
For eons, and their worshippers
Walked these hills and canoed
Through the undisturbed waterways
Their long hair flowing in the wind
Soft songs wakening the dark earth
We trace their footsteps knowing
Nothing about the bad year they had
How joyful the children shouted
When they saw the snowy summit
A stork sliding over the blue mist
Geese bouncing up and down on the lake
Now we can find nothing written
On the rocks, but silence brings
The evensong to the bare branches
If a child cries there, we see
Ancient tears that taste like
The water who fed all generations
::::::: at the year's end 
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