Dark-Forest-19On a hillside hidden

Among the knotty pine

Lies a weathered stone of red

Sharp edges softened over time

Still the weight of it remains

Its sturdy strength sublime

A signpost to find your way

A monument, a shrine

Its presence is a constant

When confused among the pine

Kindly it waits to comfort

And listen for a time

To any who lose their way

To rest and realign

It suffered every storm

And every passerby

Patiently awaiting

The elements to redefine

Its next stage of existence

Smoothed and refined

And finally dissolve it home again

Sinking ever to recline

—Christina Knowles (2015)

Photo snagged from theartmad.com

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