Rock spent his existence immobile, silent, alone. Company came and went in the form of insects, animals, squatters taking up temporary residence in his caves. The Sky kept him cool with her sad tears of never being able to be with Earth. The Earth kept him growing with his goal of reaching towards the Sky’s embrace. The passing of time meant nothing to Rock. Eons could pass without his notice. Not until Moss came along with her silky tendrils reaching over his lonely surface. Rock never knew true touch until Moss grew over his ever expanding body. Like Rock, Moss took from Earth and Sky. Their passion made her grow. Their desire, brought her to him.
Your Beloved Author,