Lush and fertile, or deserted and uninhabitable. I am a rock, or a home and often both. Many legends are made from what can be found on me.

Although considered foreigners, We are your neighbors, just on a cosmic scale.

When fair and foul dost dance upon the shore, Thee find'st a force that ever waxes more. Dost mark the moon, her beckoning embrace? An unseen pull on waters' restless face.

Carve me, trample me, tread me, roll me. I’ll still be here waiting for you to go home, see. I’m created for something, by something to flow free. My stones laid precisely in terms of your homes scene.

In this place no one can hear you scream and also devoid of anything we enjoy here on Earth