Passive
Cold
And as lifeless as it can get.
Treasuring the earth's secrets.
Bound within its serenity
It's calming texture.
A stone.
A solid truth
Telling stories of men and beasts.

A sign of strength
In a world made of quick silver,
Stands this stone for the very nature
Of itself.

Yes it does break and serves it's purpose
It adjusts
Doesn't compromise or change
Isn't it natural?
To be natural?