Eulogy

The wind-blown cliffs stand ominously.
Like weathered statues...Never swaying.
As the sun sets.
The lights play upon their face.
Illuminating their awesome beauty.
Until darkness prevails.
I walk beside them feeling my inferiority.
As I meet their stately gaze.
The have seen and have lived.
Even through nature's torment.
They still stand....
Indestructible and as foreboding as ever.
Their will is stronger then mine.
Their bravery....Fiercer.
How I envy these sturdy rocks.
They are all the things,
I am not.