Standing before this ancient balancing rock at Brimham Rocks in Yorkshire, I felt the weight of time and the quiet power of standing firm. This poem about life captures those feelings and the delicate balance we all navigate through change, loss and renewal.
Beneath a vast and endless azure dome
A titan stands where centuries have played
Layered stone on stone, a weathered home
Defying gravity in silent parade
Eroded edges whisper ancient tales
Of wind and rain that carved but could not break
A monument to what endurance avails
When time itself becomes the force we take
Its base so narrow, yet it holds the weight
Of heavy years and skies that press it down
Lichen paints its skin in hues of fate
While roots above reach for the sun’s warm crown
Like hearts that tremble yet refuse to fall
We balance on the edge of rise and stall
Each crack a story, every curve a scar
From distant storms that tested its resolve
It teaches us that strength is not a bar
But quiet patience as the wild evolves
In slices of this earth so bold and free
We see our lives in rock’s eternity
So stand, dear soul, though winds may howl and shift
Let layered moments build your quiet might
The rock endures, its form a sacred gift
A call to hold your ground through day and night
For in this fragile, towering embrace
Life finds its balance in both time and space
