Rocky Mountain High
I'm the cautious deer on the mountainside
and the great owl flying through the night sky
like the creator of spaces
like a traveler of far away places
At the table in the forest clearing
I take my part in the forest hearing
the great oak, the lonely seer
dressed like a druid
You'd think a message
might
ring
clear
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