Stone poem

The stones patiently wait as the sun kisses their ancient brows with the radiance of its warm greeting

They have stood through the changing elements, majestic in their longevity... Undefeated forms

The tone of the sun resonates onto their rocky mass as they vibrate in harmony gracing the shore

Are we different than this changing scene?

Bracing the change and yet remaining serene

The outward is inward as we no longer long

The stone is a tone and we are a song

                      Terry Stevens Aug 7, 2010  Inspired by Kenneth G. Mills