Grey,
Rock-fall face of granite cold,
Advocate of solidity,
Declarant of hard,
No passion will move,
No heat shall melt,
This God created, masculine geology.

Dominating,
Suicide precipice of spurned love,
Horizon of shadow,
Attention courting exhibit,
You shout your immortality,
Posing for notice,
Yet hiding, in nature’s stubborn silence.

You think yourself immovable,
You think yourself too strong,
So high,
So proud,
Never,
To be broken.

And yet,

Rain’s tears,
Sun’s warmth,
Perseverance of wind’s breath,
Given time enough,
Crumble your façade,
Creating wrinkled crevices,
Named feeling.