Tectonic Shifts
Tumultuous battering of
existence,
Whirling eddies wear unending,
Tumbling crumbs like
fledglings to the sea.
Stationary to the traveller’s
eye,
Yet ever pummelled by the
elements,
Floating plates on molten
lakes.
And so to the centuries of
trees,
What was once a mountain face
great and grand,
Now lie trampled beneath the
feet of beasts.
Pressure great beneath the
land,
Presses gems from the sand.
Drills dive deep to find the
fortunes men seek.
Movement great upon these
plates,
Forcing tiny fissures where
we stand,
Making granite become a
foundation
No more than that of sand.
Time takes all, bird, beast,
and land,
Crags and cliffs birth
valleys deep,
As wind bites and waters seep,
Never does the rock face
sleep.
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