WILLIAMSJI MAVELI WRITES.....

STONES OF OUR BEING
From mountain’s  womb, we stones arise,
Each hue unique, beneath the skies.
We tumble, roll, by currents borne,
A journey long, since day was born.
Like birds that fly, we seek new ground,
Leaving echoes where we're bound.
With hands of stone, we build our keep,
Carving stories, secrets profound.
Joy, sorrow, etched in every line,
A fleeting brilliance, a life divine.
We adorn ourselves, with earth's bright gleam,
Reflecting moments, a vibrant river.

But Earth reclaims, her children true,
We crumble back, to dust, sands of seas
Our homes, our towers, all fade and fall,
Returning to the primal name by a call
We become caves, where whispers reside,
Of dreams forgotten, a fading curse.
Our bones, once strong, now silent lie,
Stones within, beneath the sky.
Yet beauty blooms, in this dark space,
Green moss adorns, with gentle grace.
Wildflowers spring, from cracks so deep,
A testament to life, while shadows sleep.
For life and death, a sacred dance,
We are the stones, a timeless trance.
The earth, the wind, the flowing stream,
The universe's endless dream.
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI