Confluence

Rough, stoic, cruel,

Stands solitary,

Weather beaten, still unparalleled,

A mystery- that man,

Difficult to understand,

Like a rock,

Standing tall- ages and ages hence,

Withstanding numerous storms,

Brought forth by hell,

Unbroken , determined to excel,

A stern face, lined with experience,

Steel grey eyes,

That spoke a million emotions,

In silence,

A sudden beam of sunlight!

The bundle of delight- his grandchild,

Infused spirit in the stony fort,

Like tiny flowers blossoming,

In the background of moss covered mount,

Laughter echoed far and wide,

The deep voice mingled with jubilant giggles,

The stooping silhouette,

Merged with the little frame,

Hand in hand they walked,

Lost in time,

Slowly vanished from sight,

Becoming one with the misty night!

PC: A friend