Stones grow old more slowly
Than our eyes can see;
They have a history we do not share.

Stones were here before we came
And will continue to exist
When we have left the earth behind.

Aglow in fire or sunken underwater,
Stones will thrive in every setting
     But the sky.

They are most at home on soil,
Surrounded by a sense
Of relative stability.

We lead our momentary lives
In the presence of longevity
Made tangible by stones.

Let us praise the way in which
They come to their completion
     Over time.

©2016 Michael Fraley

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