From its solitary spot between bobbing sea waves.
Like the sturdy tree, that never shakes
While winds of change scatter stray leaves.
Like the stubborn old man, rocking in his chair,
Refusing to look into the eyes of his heirs.
These are the champions of stability, the stones that never rolled;
Unable to get swept up with the rhythm of the world.
Some things never change and some things never will,
Only living in hope that some day some one will climb that lonely hill.