A better yodeling contest

In Oregon I saw a tree too bright
  To be a tree - it shined but shaded nought
  That I could see - of it I try to write -
  I seeking diff'rent places for these thoughts
Than memory which fades til glimmers cross.
  One story struggling for some fame, or peace
  When others fall back, not destroyed, but lost,
  So individually each is released.

Each failed hope about to die: return!
  To cauldrons where new passions are reborn!
  To fuel the ancient fires where dreams burn!
Know you're by nature's and by my truth torn
  And tossed into deep chasms to bestow
  Imagination's all-consuming glow.

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