The Rock
The rock lays near,
While light comes and goes.
The rock only exists,
Said to have no soul.
The rock cannot be sad,
It knows not the time.
It has no life to hold,
It canít feel love.
As we admire it,
It remains in stillness.
Yet in its own way,
May watch!
-Lloyd Carl Owle (Cherokee)
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