The rock is stable, unmoving

All around him things are growing

Yet he remains still and silent

Never hurried, always patient

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As the green, green plants fade away

The dull rock endures many days

Always waiting, biding his time

While the grass and trees pass their prime

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He yearns for the day he'll be freed

No longer beneath earth, buried

To be used, build something, create

But for now he stays and he waits

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The rock is stable, unmoving

All around him things are growing

Yet he remains still and silent

Never hurried, always patient