The Silence of Stone

Hard is the rock, yet it does roll, beneath the oceans Swift currents its rough edges become smooth, rounded But it makes no sound; it is the silence of stone. Gray is granite, as markers grave marker, yet in times Harshness the names that speak for a life lost, is vanquished Do to erosion and the elemental tides of nature, thus is the Silence of stone reinforced. Cast down are the mountains of greatest beauty, due to The ravishing of time, natural monuments reaching upwards Unto the very heavens themselves, yet these are divine alpines, Remain left in the shadow of the silence of stone, unable to speak. Burn does not the eternal soul of our world, a cores heart of flame, Heating our inner desire to thrive and survive as a species, but if it’s Fiery furnish pilot light flickered out, turning our planet inside and out. Would we be able to cry out for helps support, nay behold the true silence Of stone. Ideal statues of forbidden deities, stand covered beneath the Rain forest canopies of the past, nay forgotten by their idol Worshipers, vanquished, crippled they do crumble to the ground, Banished Gods, in the silence of stone. Grinding, cutting humanity tries in vain to leave its eternal Mark, for generations in the future to know that we existed, Carving epic figures amongst the rocky tops most high, But we are the dinosaurs of our own mortality, And in this venue, behold the stone remains Silent not revealing our existence. As the thundering asteroid giants of heaven, cascade Ever closer to us from above, the world still casts Rocks of ignorance against their kindred brethren, Denying that the collision is due to happen no Matter what. But stone never shatters, it’s solid, And it weighs heavy on the intellectual mind, But stone ears remain dual of sound, again The silence is deafening. Hard is the rock, yet it does roll, beneath the oceans Swift currents its rough edges become smooth, rounded But it makes no sound; it is the silence of stone. BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN