Growing up happens in a heartbeat.
One day you’re in diapers.
The next day you’re gone.
It’s that fast.
Living hands landed me here.
Hands that are no more.
My visitors are long gone.
Still, I yield to none!
Carved in my stone,
Is a beloved soul beginning and end of a story.
At rest with nature.
Where the stars are hung.
So many seasons have tried to alter me as the ages pass.
Storms of cold,
Winds of dust,
Suns of heat,
Strikes of lightning.
All have tried to quell my creative spirit,
but I will have none of that.
