The ocean, made of purest blue,
hides perils deep within.
The scorching day of golden sun
will quickly burn your skin.
The desert dune, so soft and smooth,
Is merciless and cruel.
But the rugged cliff, though coarse and cracked,
will not make you his fool.
Sometimes he'll break and crumble
but he only has one face.
He's proud to be imperfect,
and you'll always know your place.
Though tall and strong, he's humble
and he listens to your voice.
If you call out he'll call right back.
When you sing, he'll rejoice.
He'll offer you a foothold
or a place to stop and rest
and, though sometimes he'll slip and fall,
he'll always do his best
to give you shelter from the cold
or hold back raging tides.
His caverns, seeming dark at first,
bear sanctuary inside.
In burning heat he'll give you solace
from the scorching sands.
When darkness falls, you'll know he's there
when you reach out your hand.
He'll hold you high above the world
and show you off to all.
He'll make you feel mighty
anytime you're feeling small.
Climb high with him and you'll be sure
the view was worth the risk.
All that he asks is for respect.
But you know all of this.
How then, is it so easy
for you to compromise
on what can satisfy your soul,
yet not so for your eyes?
Perhaps you can help me see
how there's a reason why
you'd give up so much just to have
a 'better looking' guy.