Roots growing, confiding
Men formed from the dust
Atop ATLAS, residing
Back broken and crushed
Beneath our steps, waiting
Unmoving throughout time
Plates sometimes colliding
Within GAIA’S design
Holding graves of deceased
Residence for men passed
Their life force is released
Peaceful souls are amassed
Softened by the sea
Immune to the flame
Underneath our feet
The earth will remain