erosion
In the gentle caress of time’s embrace, Stones surrender to whispers of the breeze. Mountains crumble, yet leave no trace,…
Beneath the sky’s eternal dome, The ancient rocks begin to groan, As winds and rains, with gentle wear, Carve stories…
In the heart of the ancient mountains, Where whispers of the wind reside, Stones crumble in silent patience, As natureâs…
Stones once mighty, now frail and thin, Weathered by time, where to begin? The whispers of winds, the dance of…