The Rock
The rock will never lie
His truths are etched upon his face.
Scarred rock, cold and gray, bring comfort
To those in search of solidity.
Through amber leaves, piercing cold,
Budding spring and summer gold,
The rock remains, resolute.
The earth spins, the sun dims
Hearts beat and breaths cease,
The rock remains, resolute.
This poem is about:
Our world
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