Beneath the ancient cliffs where shadows fall,
The rock stands firm, a sentinel of time,
Its echoes whisper tales both great and small,
Of earth’s deep heartbeats, rhythmic and sublime.

With every chisel’s touch, a song unfolds,
Carved by the hand of nature’s ceaseless grace,
A symphony in silence, strong and bold,
Etched in the rugged lines of its embrace.

Through storms and sunshine, steadfast it remains,
A monument to ages long gone by,
Its surface bears the scars of countless rains,
Yet stands unyielding, gazing at the sky.

Oh, rock of ages, firm and resolute,
In your great presence, we find strength anew,
For in your silent watch, we too commute,
The timeless journey, ever old, yet true.