Moment to moment
boulders boldly stands
shape shifting in constant tides
basking in the rise and fall
cold in the winds, wet in the rains
Hot from the heat of the fiery ball....
And it remembers all
every moment that passes
Footsteps fades in brine
Rocks the earth creates masses
timely through the sands and grime....
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