In
the undiscovered wildwood where forgotten breezes blow,
We
bring you sudden silence in the secret ways we know.
Deep
within the mountain shadows or alone upon the plains
You
may seek but never find us, though our legacy remains.
When
you scan the far horizons, only silhouettes appear
In
the dusty desert landscapes of your western hemisphere.
None
of us are left to see you with our weeping wounded eyes-
Races,
cities, roads and cultures lost beneath the empty skies.
When
your star is setting softly and the purple twilight builds
Take
this silence, long and lasting to your forests and your fields.
Like
the bison in their millions that once swarmed the grassy ways,
You
may look but will not find us in these lesser, newer days.
Hold
our silence close and listen, close your eyes and you may see
There
is much that still is missing, that you call a mystery.
And
it happened in an instant by the geologic clock
All
your history is suspect - all your monuments and tombs
Built
on undiscovered relics, countless ages and their dooms.
When
your buildings, dams and cities disappear without a trace
There
will come another builder who will blindly take your place.
You
are one of many runners, in a race not few have run.
In
a race that will continue ages after yours is done.