In the quiet dance of time and earth’s embrace,
Stone whispers tales of ages, softly worn,
By winds that weave and waters that trace,
The gentle art of weathering, reborn.

Patience in the rain’s persistent fall,
Carving stories in the silent rock,
Each droplet tells a tale, though small,
Of nature’s hand, a timeless clock.

Sunlight kisses surfaces once cold,
Warming the heart of ancient stone,
Through cracks and crevices, secrets unfold,
A testament to time, now known.

In weathering’s embrace, we find our place,
As mountains bow to time’s endless tide,
We learn that change is nature’s grace,
And in its flow, we too abide.