The history of this land is found not in monuments

Or stone cities marked by memory and time

Ancient is its history outside of man

The forest primeval has stood and will stand

Long before or after us

Lofty peaks unmoved and removed from our joy and sorrow

This is history, here, now, always

Unmoved, yet moving

Unchanged, yet perpetually changing

A time unto itself for itself, that we may not experience unless

Fully drown in the time of the wild and let it shape soul

Only then are we permitted to enter