"First posted by Braden Beaudreau on 3/31/10"
Lush jungles, enveloping weeds
Cannot swallow this Rock alive,
Brawny Boulder, lord of land,
Weather cannot take its toll.
Those strumpet fields, so easy,
Too easy. Eternal roots plant selfish seeds,
What becomes of a plain, desolate dust?
Fertility, temporary, resilience, forever.
Even the crusty Slabs of earth allow time to seep,
Dive deep into porous vessels like channeling veins,
Very foundation uprooted as life,
As it actually is, begins.
But that Promontory on which it stands,
That inching Crag, gripping sky higher,
No greenery exists there. Too cold, they say,
No soil. They die as soon as they vow to stay.
What of the stout shrub?
As soon as its fibers of being cross into the Rocky pores,
Instant failure, no comfort but company of loss.
That stark Mountain, shares no consolation.
Foolish flower, do you now see why your quest has failed?
Reaching evermore for
Something
That was
Never
There
And so it stands tall, Granite colossus, towering above the rest,
Free from the wrath of weeds of weaklings.
Serves as a beacon, steel sides,
Impenetrable, Impermeable, Unbreakable,
As a Stone,
alone
nothing to atone.
Brilliant, simply brilliant.
ReplyDelete