Hard as a Stone

Chip, Chip, Chip I chip away at the stone with a chizel. Its a large grey mass blocking out the sun. It's covered in a thin layer of speckely dirt. The stone is so hard my chizel can not break through. I am getting cold in the long dark shadow of the stone. I look up the sheer rock face and relize I am stuck. It is to far to walk around and too high to climb. So I hold strong and stand hard as a stone.