asleep on a sunbeam

Tors or kopjes,
which would you choose to be?
Rounded or angular at the edges,
stacked up high.
Rooted in the dry regolith,
plastered against the brilliant blue skies.

Tors or kopjes,
which would you choose to be?
Sordidly and silently standing,
in your own quiet peace.
An occasional call of a wild bird,
the whispering of a tree for company.

Alas, time is the key.
It matters not which you choose to be,
for tomorrow you may be gone with the wind.

(Source: silent-musings)