where granite stood...mighty face...now fragments lie...in cold embrace...the sun's fierce kiss... and winter's chill...have cracked and split...with relentless will...water seeped a serpent's tongue...then froze and burst...where rock had clung ...each shattered piece...a lonely soul...awaiting fate...beneath the pole...the falling snow a gentle hand...gathers the lost across the land... each flake a kiss...soft refrain...binding the broken once again...the aggregate assends...a ghostly form...born from the storm...defying the norm... cold...heat...water...played their part...to sculpt this shrine...a work of art...the crows still watch...with knowing eyes...a monument to nature's rise...where chaos reigned...a fragile grace...the aggregate stands tall...in this cold space...