Enduring the unbearable heat of Helios tongue
and shrugging off the many hands of forced restriction,
a new form of stubbornness is born, who's words are scarce
and emotions to be shown are unlikely. It was Rock.
It stood on the side of the pavement in an unknown street.
Rushed winds from the parent of cars and trucks
blew whisks of its skin to dissolve into the air
but it didn't flinch.
Days later, violent clashes of metal
trapped clear windows.
The winds came back to confront the Rock but
it didnt show no sign of chill.
The agitated wind grew cocky as it called out its friend,
water and more winds. Displaying strength, the water
crashed onto the ground, slicing down trees
and catapulted stop signs out of its roots.
At the end of the atrocity, debris was left in sight.
Leaves dressed the pavement but the wind was not satisfied
since the rock is still standing in its position.
No words from the element.
(this was made long ago)
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