We sat quietly reflecting the wonderous sight before us for many minutes as the sun slowly sank below the land.
How many spindly trees had marked the land before the strength of this monolith?
How many more to come in the life times ahead?
Closeness to the power in this rock does not diminish my awe or delight.
Its colours and beauty approach spiritual recognition, or inner self to others
Close your eyes to hear ancient winds whisper long forgotten stories
This is my land, my heart