born in fire...shaped by time...molten past...now standing high...stacked with care...one stone...then two...echoes dance where the wild winds flew...tell the sky...tell the breeze...every stone hums melodies...turkey vultures ride the air...prairie dogs play without a care...longing whispers...deep inside...dreams of lava…flowing wide...yet here it stands...strong and sure...each stone a tale...forever pure...the wind it weaves...the stories spin...round and round…again...again...every piece...a voice...a song...in balance now...right where it belongs...soaring high...the vultures spiral glide...earth and sky...side by side...stacked and set...dream anew...standing tall beneath skies so blue...