Still

The wind rushes through the trees;

the sun blazes upon surfaces

stiller than time.

These surfaces move millimeter by millimeter,

moment by

moment,

a motion so peaceful

one could stand on it without fail.

Curves created by forces of nature

millions of years ago,

only those

who had the privilege of

standing here long ago could know-

truly know-

what it's taken for these boulders,

stereotyped

to

roll

downhill,

to sit unfaltering upon a single peak.

The wind rushes through the trees;

the sun blazes upon surfaces

stronger than time.