In the wilderness
Looking into the distance desolately
No rain cloud here wants to stay
Only
that pile of stones
Waiting
messily scattered
I don't know how long it has been deserted
Witnessed the desolation of thousands of years or the sadness of eternity
It is still that quiet and calm gaze
Don't know
Has it ever lightly interpreted loneliness and sadness?
Only know
It's still waiting in the wilderness
waiting
Maybe just travel for an insect. . .