The cold stone that
does not move
The stone that
resists Sun, rain and the touch
The one that
supports anything that needs
Watches everyone and
reactions none
World shakes,
shudders in its roll
Calm in worry's gaze
and merry dance
Questions on face,
solutions in the stance
Notices every tiny
bit and responsive not
Fixed to ground or
the other way round
Gives up traits for
the sculptor's love
Gets a life that the
carver gives
Loses the spirit,
that timeless being
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