An old rock range.

It's tired aura reveals a lot.
ages of watching people passing by
ages of being stuck in some place
which they never wanted to be in
ages of being lifeless, shapeless
in the midst of the living
ages of being solid, inanimate
and sturdy as it seem.
Still, ages of cold nights and intense hot days.
Sometime during summer
not even one may seem to passby.
In Solitude.
Yet with other thousands of inanimate things.
Basic.
Essential.
Even before man came.
A part of God's grand masterpiece.
And even after man came.
Still Basic.
Still Essential.
A part of life's history.
A part of life itself, A part of
the solid ground from which I stand.
Yet taken forgranted.