I am a lone stone
shattered from the firmament.
Once, I was a mountain.
An ancient edifice standing tall and proud.
Immovable, immutable and unchanging.
Upon high, my song soared through the clouds
and rained softly upon the fields at my feet.
My roots stretched far, one with all of the Earth.
I rumbled happily with my brothers.
Our orchestra played for eons.
Its soft slow resonance with megaannum movements.
I paid no attention to the ice, wind, or rain,
shrugging them off with a grinding shout.
But even mountains die,
ground down by the indifference of time.
Then, I split away, from myself.
A victim of cold fingers tearing at my face.
The pain shook me as I fell, screaming at the loss of entirety.
no longer, could I feel the great Earth.
Detached, I sit upon the ground, staring up at what I was,
Slowly becoming soil.
I am a stone,
and I wail here, alone.
