Grow old with me, with a smile in your eyes.
Ache with me as a heavy aged rock.
Battered by breezes.
Beaten by storms.
Frozen stiff.
Solid.
Unity of souls.
Natural resistance.
Earthy whistles.
The wind's getting up.
Seen much.
Done less.
Set in the ways of the world.
A tor standing solid upon a windy moor.
Reliant on warming sun.
Washed by precious raindrops.
A leaning spot for weary souls.
Travellers rest.
(c)LIVVI