It is a Rock that feels warmth, then cold, then warmth.
This for the Rock is how it began.
First in fire, then cooled.
Pressure formed its shape.
Constant churning of
Atmosphere, layers of earth, dirt, water, more stones
Tumbled from the depths to the surface over
Centuries, over Eon’s
Over a vast, endless period of time
The churning is a constant
To the Stone,
To the Creatures that walk upon it,
Toss it, build with it, Carve it
It is a constant in their lifetime.
Solid as a Rock.
The Rock will feel the light of days,
Coolness of Nights,
It feels the duality of time,
Creatures that speedily
Live their lives above the ground, then return to the Earth
As waste, then repeat their cycles through dirt,
Grass, Plants, Bugs, Prey, Predator
It will feel the landmasses float on magma as they
Crash into each other
Push up mountains, bury and squeeze Oceans into
Rivers and lakes.
The Rock will ride a land mass below the surface, be
Churned into hot lava to be spit up again,
Churned with other Molten Rock,
Spit up again to cool under the Sun, then the Moon
As they take their tangent infinite spins.
This is the Nature of Rock
It’s sense of time is not Daylight then Nighttime.
It is to be Mountains, then Stones, then Landmasses
Then Lava, then Mountains, then Stones, then Landmasses.
Molten, then Rock
Molten, then Rock
Molten, then Rock
