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from ancient depths...where molten heart did gleam...a fiery birth...a geologic dream...the shield...a titan...rose...scarred by ages past...shaped by ice and fire...its raw beauty meant to last...rain and wind...a sculptor’s patient hand...washed from the peaks...sculpting the land...glaciers...slow and grand...scraped and tumbled stone...carried from mountains to this place...to be known...they tell of laurentia...splitting with a groan...of inland seas...where ancient creatures have sown their fossil tales...held within their silent core...a quiet symphony...wind riding future lore...a balanced aggregate by nature’s unseenhand...hummed from within...but whispered through the land...the deer...a shadow...graceful...soft...and shy...drawn by the wisdom...etched beneath the sky...the porcupine...a bristled...rolling sage... turns quilled attention to this rocky stage... they sense the echoes...of a vibrant past...a timeless resonance...meant to last...crows...dark sentinels...a quick wit caring clique...their cawing alerts...the secrets they could speak...and then the hawk...a flash of feathered might... surveys the panorama...bathed in fading light...from haida gwaii to newfoundland's shore...these stones remember...within their core...they hold the spirit of the voyageurs' quest...and terry fox’s run...a nation’s rising hope...the whispers carry tales of residential schools and oka's stand...etched in the heart of this canadian land...a fragile balance mirrors life’s own art...each stone a soul...each story...takes its part...the hum of ages...woven in the breeze...a testament to earth’s deep...patient grace...a harmony of being...wild and free...upon this plateau...perhaps for all eternity...