A path threaded by giants.

Hollowed, bulbous, tall survivors.

Silver skin, speckled.

Peeling.

To another.

To gaze over an ancient meeting place.

Ikara!

Red rock. Millions of years.

Hundreds of millions.

Patterns of ancient sea.

Grass trees,

vertical trunks reach to the skies, atop a blackened spear.

Hundreds of white star shaped flowers,

Flooded by bees.

Yellow blossom, furry balls.

Splaying.

Stacked red stone. Faces everywhere.

To walk here is to wonder,

at this world that surrounds us.