By Andrew R. Duckworth

The rock tells a story,
Cemented history
Rising one layer after the other,
One of a million rains,
A million snowfalls,
Of life creeping up the sides,
Conquering the way it does.
The clouds tell a story,
But it’s always changing,
No consistency,
Always wanting to dampen
Another’s story.
I’ll trust what’s set in stone,
No matter how flashy the sky becomes.