Your simplicity shapes me,
Your strength holds me still.
Your cool core calms me,
And your weight is my anchor
You wear your mantle of history,
Etched by layers of sand and water,
Wisdom and truth
Time is meaningless to you,
You bear it like the gentle
Embrace of the evening tide.
If I hold you too close, will you
Crumble to sand, like the dried mud
Beneath my feet?
Really, I know it is I, who will crumble
And you will go on
Being warmed by the slowest movement,
The softest, lightest breeze.