I felt a rock fall from my roots, 
Vines to grasp on, yet he got the boot,
A wave of time, 
Splashing on his grooves,
A wave of time, 
Silently destructing the edges of his hooves,
The erosion simmers, 
Hot and cold, day in, day out,
The known abyss awaits,
To scatter, twirl and anticipate,
The firms of his body will disperse eventually,
Yet time has already passed, 
Will he ever be devoured into the unknown?
Awkward anticipation to be set free,
Alas to break the curse,
As he disperses amongst the elements,
The long await has come to new developments,
Thus immortality was meant to be,
For I watch the rock,
Being set free.