Rebellion Poem by soren Barrett

My name is Rocky, given from birth
The hard rebellion of a dry earth
Broken parched pieces turn into sand
A desert foreboding, a wasteland

My surface cracks, so many my flaws
Tooth marks where nature's teeth gnaws
Here only cactus and thistles grow
All covered in winter by drifted snow

Scorpions and snakes fill my holes
Over my surface a tumbleweed rolls
A desolate place unwanted by man
Sunbaked scorching hot, a frying pan

Lying unchanged over a countless years
Broken stone washed by heaven's clear falling tears