Place of Stone

In a place of unmarked beauty; Lays a stone dead and cold. The ear the dirt covering lays hold; The outside of the stone. As the crust of the earth begins shaping the stone; Grooves and rough edges appear. The dirt becomes heavy and the stone is pushed into the earth deeper still. The earth engulfing and swallowing the now grooved rough edged stone; Rests with peace unknown. A tree planted and grown sits tall above the earth taking the high winds and days of scorching Sun; Dead of winter nights; And raindrops not In sight. The tree bends with the winds and never breaks; The heat of Sun only brings New leaves front he buds; And dead of winter; And no rain has caused the roots of the tree to plummett into the depths of the earth. The root of the tree that stands tall above the earth; Catches a rough edge of thes tone that the earth has grooved. Now together the root and stone go into the earth deeper still; To find the moisture of water left by a rain of days gone by. As the root of the tree entwines the stone; A seed is planted and a small sprout begins to grow. While the small sprout buds above The earth; Its roots take hold of the earth, the stone, and the root of the tree. Over time as the sprout grows its roots start cracking the stone; And grafts into the root of the tree moving the earth and leaving the grooves of the shell Of the cold dead stone in the place of still. The tree holds entwined a beautiful stone that is yet to be seen. The grafted design of one beneath and two above and greater still; The tree with it's branches and leaves overshadows and protects the small sprout beneath. By Christy Teas