On a high hill beside the ocean
A mighty boulder hung
Suspended by an equally mighty rope
One lone tree near the two
Many a storm had they both endured
The boulder and the rope always under pressure
The lone tree swaying in the wind
Occasionally the tree branches would bend just far enough in strong winds  to rub against the rope, fraying it ever so slightly
Then the wind would die down and all would return to normal
On a particularly stormy night the wind blew harder than ever before, the tree bent,rubbing the rope harder than ever before
The mighty rope could take no more, fraying, almost crying out as it did, trying with every last fiber to keep hold of the mighty boulder
But,alas, with a final sad groan, as if in apology to the boulder, the rope snapped and the mighty boulder dropped to the ground and rolled down the hill towards the edge and finally over and into the sea below, where it still lies
The boulder,the rope and the tree shall never touch again
For the tree bends with the breeze
And now the rope also is pushed by the wind
And the mighty boulder is beneath the waves
All feel relieved
But the tree grows and eventually withers
The rope that now blows in the breeze becomes unraveled
And the waves slowly wear away the mighty boulder
All were strong together
Now they are freed
Alone to face their ends