Newbiggin by the Sea Creative Writing Group

Upon the stone you cling in pale encroaching circle grey,
Your unity and partnership over looked in sunshine day.
Yet the passing years you mark and clear air claim.
Your partnership of life yet little connected by the passing throng.
Your slow encircling make foundation for pure creation sweet.
On your soft growing returns soil for profusions claim.
So I softly pass you by and blessing take.
From Creator's care to make of intricate unity blythe.
A home for squirrel lythe and birdsong bright.
I stand in silent awe, so I pray
I too may creation's foundations seek and in that infinite care,
Sing praises whether in thunder and raindrops fall
Or in sunshine bright, because I heard the lichen speak your perfect name.