The River and the Rock

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I am the pillar of stone and the babbling brook,
I wonder how long before I become the golden grains of the desert,
I hear the river of time flowing through the eons,
I see the cracks of time shooting through the crag,
I want the climbers to find another mountain,
I am the pillar of stone and the babbling brook.

I pretend the fractures in the stone were not the products of the travellers,
I feel the pounding feet on my mind,
I touch the boulders that divert the river,
I worry I will soon be nothing but sand,
I cry because the sands of time obscure my vision,
I am the pillar of stone and the babbling brook.

I understand the importance of the mountain,
I say the brook won't change a thing,
I dream of a mountain at peace and undisturbed,
I try and resist the pull of the river,
I hope that soon the climbers will become pillars,
I am pillar of stone and the babbling brook.

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