Jealous stone watches as the soaring raven flies
It has been many moons since stone once flew.

Fierce wild fire, sliced with dew, stone breaks and grows old and wiser still.

Touched by sun and rain, stone shows no pity, no pain.
I must move uncarved stone, change its view.

A new vision defined, co-incidence clear, to the mountains they say, follow the Earth mothers to a brighter day.

Seismic chaos frozen for now, calls for a new path to be found.

Fractured and broken by the thin line that defines what is mine -

Together we must weave the way, so the valleys of Eden can flourish again.

Thank you to Elizabeth for these great captures of the land art...

Elizabeth Olivier Kahlau