MMXV
Oh, Tree
Oh, River
Oh, Rock
A thousand of my people you may have seen
A trillion years you may have sat
But I,
I, who have lived a speck of a life
I, who have done no more than roll out of the womb
I can move you
Who have moved mountains
I can crush you
Who have stopped mastodons
I am the conqueror
It is my age
The age of those with no age
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