Green on Granite and Gneiss

The green clings
Tenuous
Tenacious
To a billion years
Of granite and gneiss

And green grew only
For half of that

While here am I
Where the Earth collides
With itself
To raise mountains
From sundered plains

Now left to wonder
If dinosaurs and woolly mammals
Wandered landscapes
Much different than this

At Gros Morne
A place that just feels
Older than time