from magma's depths...the stones ascend with grace....in nature's dance...they rise to the air... each upon each in harmonic balance...fragile in its place...crows cry out...a warning sharp and clear...rabbits quake upon the trembling ground...storm clouds gather...shadows drawing in fear...in nature's breath...life is found...the earth...it shifts...stones find their place...an aggregate of strength and silent might...in balance...they await the storm clouds roaming...anticipation filling the looming night...through chaos and creation's endless burn...the stones endure...their stories yet to tell..in fragile balance...nature's secrets swell...a symphony where life's true echoes dwell...let the stones rise high and crows take flight...in nature's dance...we find both fear and light...in every storm...in every silent restless night...the balance holds...resilient through the spreading dark...