Beneath the ancient sky so wide,
The rocks stand firm, a timeless guide.
They hold the stories of the past,
In whispers of the winds that last.

In rugged forms and jagged lines,
They echo songs of distant times.
Each stone a note in nature’s song,
A melody that lingers long.

Carved by rivers, kissed by rain,
Through ages they endure the strain.
Silent witnesses they remain,
To life’s eternal dance and pain.

O rocks, you hold the earth’s deep soul,
A testament to nature’s goal.
In your embrace, we find our place,
A part of this vast, wondrous space.