In the sun beneath the pale lashes, in the hugs of the wind cold there is a rock standing worthy of people and hurrying time. With the rain and the sky the sky is overflowing, lightning and storms chill her, but she remains proud, silent - does not feel fear and does not know the pain. She saw the birth radiants, a witness of sin and cruel death, she was greeted with silver rose and sunsets of time in the stream. Legends knows old about heroes, stories about people lived here. There is no voice and can not speak, but everything remembers, she has seen everything. Bitterly from the top of life, unreachable in its distance ... Reminds that the Lord in the worldview man is a dusty eternity.