Stones of Time
As we walk along the river of creation.
We begin to watch the rocks at our feet for those of interest by sight.
And those of which was collected had brought many thoughts to mind.
These rocks of ages are the Stones of Time.
If these Stones of Time could see and speak, we would hear the story of all the ages.
And as a visual check begins to decipher the stones, many variations come to mind.
For each stone is different beyond compare.
Shape, color and contrast are all there.
Through thousands of years the stones had formed yet in the beginning were they already
there?
For they are neither animals nor plants, yet they exist.
Each one different yet the same in a mysterious way.
And those with holes from dripping rain.
Aggots with much beauty are they.
The earths crust is embedded with such time lines such is a tree.
Yet, many answers still lie in the Stones of Time.
Copyright@March 2010 MaryM.McShirley/Kilker
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