Nature Poem

A rock stands the lonesome guardian of a hill

The grassy slopes crawl to it's base

It was here then, it is there now, and always will be

Each crack and chip creating a shadow, gives the rock a face

Sitting on top, admiring, wondering, watching

A small tree has begun to grow from a dirt filled crevasse

Views all around, no wonder the rock chose to stay here

I lay down and fall asleep with a breeze as my sheets