The sacred monument rises out of the ground

Like a volcano about to erupt

The sunlight reflected off of it

Increasing the outline of the mountain

 

The land around it gleamed

With thousands of years of sun 

The constant rising and falling 

Warm mornings and cool nights

 

Water and wind create art 

On the rock faces

Red and orange paint creates

Handprints and weapons

 

Chains for climbing the giant

Are still present

Like scars

Like forever-present wounds

 

The deep connection Uluru 

Has with the land is like

Mother and daughter, Father and son

A sacred connection