Sequoia National Park, California

There is no time

Only the sweet thickening
Only the mist that comes to mantle
The growing light
The resting dark

There is wind wind wind
There is snow snow snow
There are others who pass by
Touching and not touching

There is pain
Searing above
Blazing below
It passes

There are the seeds
There are the young ones
The older ones
The ones who burn, bend, break

Finally there is the toppling
But even then there is no time
Only the release
Only that