Soft Grey Remnants – Monochromes in a Colourful Mind

From the depths of the earth they rise,

Ancient stones with a story to tell,

Pushing through the soil, defying time,

Patiently waiting to be unearthed.

They weather the tempests and storms,

Softening their surfaces to a touch,

Impossible in their smoothness,

As if time itself had polished them.

And under the scorching sun,

They bleach of all darker hues,

Leaving behind an alabaster beauty,

A sight to behold, a delight to the eyes.

These stones speak of a time long gone,

Of lost civilizations and forgotten tales,

Of secrets buried deep in the earth,

And the wonders that lie beneath our feet.

Imagination runs with these ancient stones,

The possible mysteries they hold within,

They are testaments to the gifts of time,

And the possibilities that emerge throughout it.