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and Like a Sentinel I stand
be depends on how
mantle being shaped by something
Strong and Wide
of change - to form a
newborn mountain range
And in Their Path
Here Stand the Pines
so straight and tall
new - a force so real
I cannot hide by wind and
Whose needles dry and dying fall
upon my sides to slowly form
weather - day by day
a natural blanket
soft and warm
Man cares for me
every part of me can feel - It's
I will in time be worn away
And on my Western Slopes
I hold my
For Mountains live
great sequias - tall and old
they've watched three thousand
action changing Nature's plan
mountains die - as
years go by - and in their
endless quest for sky - this
ages pass so too will I
grove of giants slowly grew with
songs of green on silent blue