Still I lay and still I am.
I am but a rock, still-laying by the shore.
The drums of earth being beat by heavy rain.
And the ocean's grey waves flowing like time.
Ever still I lay and still I shall remain.
Born from fire, and crafted by wind and rain
Travelled by river from highlands old
An untold legacy of trials and hardship
Is what I burdened.
From the wars of creation
To a lone beach retired.
Surrounded by my kin.
And Laying ever still.
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