Secured atop its graveled soil
the Great Rock holds it shall persist
outlasting man and all that can
dare down this way, confront this face,
succumb to strengths of centuries
compressed within its heartless stone.

It rains: the Rock does not recoil,
but stares past clouds beyond the mist.
As waters rise, it makes no plan
but chuckles, mocks; no anger's trace
- till budged and dulled - then war decrees
too late. Dissolving. Overthrown.