This rock is strong. A sheltering reef, encircling the first hints of growth And keeping the water smooth and calm As molten magma rises to the surface and the monolith takes shape.
This rock is solid. As the protective reef sinks into the sea The waters rise and begin to pound the stone's mighty face Testing, trying, searching for any weakness.
This rock is sure. The reef is mostly gone now And the waves bring their full fury to bear But its foundation holds fast and it stands tall.
This rock is stalwart. Many storms have come, and many storms have passed Though chipped and battered, weathered and worn Its proud head remains held high.
This rock is softening. An active volcano rises, rises, just too close Molten fingers snaking out, melting solid stone A foundation under fire.
This rock is not a rock at all. It stirs and awakens Trembling, tender, and reaching out Toward heat, toward desire Toward you.