Symphony of stones


The symphony of
stones,
Basalt Organ Pipes,
Plays my huge history.

The nature sculpts your
rock-pipes,
You hang so proudly,
A masterpiece of Art.

You have lived for so
many centuries,
You have seen a great
rise and fall.
But still you stand so
proudly
And tell my endless
history.

I am standing in front of
You,
I am feeling each sound of
basalt
And the symphony of
art.

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