a tower of stone...born from fire...rises in silent defiance...each piece a whisper of past eruptions...a memory hardened by time...the wind sings a hymn across the golden field...its voice shaping the land’s undulating breath...where the earth...vast and steady...welcomes the gentle nibbling of one lone rabbit...two crows wait...their dark eyes knowing...the third watches from above...sending messages between heaven and earth...where migration lines are drawn in flight...the sky...vast and shifting...carries the weight of wandering clouds...and through their fleeting forms...light spills in gilded bursts...touching the world below...the bees hum...a rhythm of ceaseless labor...as the grass bends but never breaks...and in this harmony of land and sky...the stones stand still...unyielding...guardians of memory...guides of change...