Song of the Rock

Immutable and silent stands the rock. Wind and hail has harmed it not. Gravity’s battle has been fought. A thousand years to see a day, born of violent mantle forces, what end befalls, I cannot say. Above, the lichens cling in place. Beneath, the rock chuck burrows. Loneliness sparks a lack of haste. Life’s rotation brims with motion, as the massive stone lives in grace. The boulder’s unrelenting will, has won the fiercest race.