Alone and solemn
Solitary watchers
Crows fly in circles
Above looking down
The ancient stones
Memory stones
Remain to stand
Upon the frozen ground
We believe we are eternal
But the stones know
We are not
They’ve seen men fight
Seen them die
Seen them glory
Seen them cry
And still in this winter
They stand alone
Looking over a field
Of rocks and grass
Covered in snow
The cycle of eternity
Flows
We are made of flesh
Stone weathers away
We are temporal
A season of being
A moment, a day
The stones go on
If unmoving
Nor alive to our fate
But we are a season
And our legacies remain
