And from the rocks, the watchers walked.
Their hands pulled from crags, their
feet sweeping the dales as rivers
of hair tangled their shoulders. Eyes
see as every animal, each piece of bark
feels for them. When we walk
the earth, it vibrates back to their toes.
The watchers come from the land
and we, we come from the watchers.
Very loosely inspired by this piece of art by Edmund Dulac found on Tumblr