I stand alone, no place to hide
And none to move around
It seems my seed was planted in
The only spot of ground
That raised its head above the lake
You see around my rock
You'll have to row or swim to me
If you wish to talk
I grow slowly in this place
Much slower than on shore
And I have watched for many years
Seen sunsets I adore
Of drink, I am in plenty
Of soil not so much
My roots are deeply dug in rock
So very tight I clutch
I have the sun, the wind and rain
I have the seasons turning
And those who come to speak with me
Increase their store of learning
Those who know just who I am
What spirit lives inside
Are sensitives in touch with life
And know that I abide
To be a portal to the earth
To Gaia given form
They come in agitation
That seems to be the norm
But when the need to hear a voice
Outstrips their need to talk
A quiet contemplation falls
And wisdom I unlock
This is a time, my short lived friends
For paying close attention
To your linkage to the earth
In every known dimension
I stand an outward artifact
On land too small to plant
To those who seek, I'll be of use
"Til Gaia says I can't
Richard Higley © June 2012
