Hear the eternal argument,
between the water and the stone —
The echoes of the carving
pronounced in the carvèd's tone.
The solid clings fast to its grounding
while the force pulls the fluid to sea,
where the grounding faces its challenge
at last where it is forced to flee.
The ground mounts its defenses
with ridges and walls from the core,
but the water finds every fracture
and claims what was solid before.
Fire holds stone in the earthcracks
where neither current nor tide may descend —
til the stone demands its ascension,
in vain hope the waters contend.
Patient, the argument carries
through canyons its fervor had flayed —
no victor, no verdict, no zenith,
as the echoes outlast what they've made.