On 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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