I stood resting with mother earth until the hard north wind disturbed my slumber. Wild blew the wind and hard was the rain. Tonight three giants of the realm passed away, shattered by the wind, broken asunder, driven down on to the earth. To be infiltrated, unravelled, and carried back within the soil, back from whence they came. Then the cycle can begin again, as seeds falls to earth. Soon to thrust up and reach the light, feel the rain and test the wind. To stand again till halted by nature or animal kind.
I have a printed copy of this