White Rocks On a Grey Sky

Like a guardian of the landscape they stand
Towering up the concrete inferno
they lie in peace, frozen in time
solace to the tiring gaze of the admirer.
In orange hue the sky in agony
subservient to the gargantuan glory

The soul's warmth is all but seen
The ice deceives the sadness within
Ambition itself bows down in shame
All of life in a freeze frame.