The waves crash against the rock,
The tide pulls relentlessly,
Hail and rain beat from above
But still the rock holds fast.
On sunny days the rock is warmed
And joyous weeds grow wet and green;
Life celebrates and keeps good company,
The rock endures all this.
The rock watches the world turn,
As colours change and seasons pass.
The rock remains, aloof, estranged;
It sees and hears and remembers.
The rock is waiting for its time to end,
For wind and water to wear it down.
The rock is waiting to join the sea,
The sea that left it standing here.