A Hole in the Ground

A hundred and forty feet below, Tones of tan and brown are seen Under light they've never known. Tall rocks stand next to short rocks pausing, waiting for inspection Constantly grooming, adding to their shining coats Their feet stay anchored with a mighty stance Their arms stretched taut, reaching for the heavens They whisper with drips all the way down to the cold floor There is a breath that blows, some monster deep Mother Nature herself, allowing the ground to weep Cold tears cleanse the pillars, bringing color; life There is a last glitter of mica in the bright The light goes out, the footsteps fade The mutters go on while darkness reigns.