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​Aspen temple, hall of mysteries,
Hidden deep in forest high,
Ever share your calm and beauty,
Filtered down to hikers nigh.

Golden light through leaves now yellow
Shifting walls approximate.
Trunks uplifting point to heaven,
Natural columns bearing weight.

Limestone white these structures rising,
Barks expressing purity.
Sequin-like the leaves do whisper;
Secrets given silently.

Joists reside beneath the surface,
Joints and junctions, like a roof.
Upside-down this glorious building, 
Oneness there—a living proof.