Rocks like waves to crash upon them
Bringing news from a distant shore
Rocks don’t mind the coming, going 
They know that’s just what waves are for. 

Rocks see sand as weak and feeble
Ever shifting, never still 
Tossed by water far and wayward 
Following another’s will

Years for rocks seem but as moments
Standing firm upon the land,
Beaten by the waves until
Strong rocks diminish into sand.