The Rock & The Mountain

Still,

I lean upon the mountain.

The mountain that made me.

Beaten by rain,

Shattered by wind,

‘till only my core remain.

Still,

I lean upon the mountain.

The mountain that hold me.

Passing years, I was worn,

Scorched red by burn,

‘till I show true form.

Still,

I lean upon the mountain.

The mountain that mold me.

Now I stand

Strong and wise,

All from sand.

Still,

I lean upon the mountain.

The mountain that made me.