The Rock


When I see the rock, I am unsure of what may be ahead.

A cooled down fragment of creation,

Heated beyond imagination, yet somehow solid,

Sturdy, ready to be felt underfoot,

To help me be uplifted if I want to climb,

Giving me views and vistas of my dominance of the earth when I reach the top.


Or perhaps, just to recognize my smallness.

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