A silent sentinel of ancient stone,
Beneath the shadow Granite Mountain throws,
The rugged outcrop weathers time alone,
Where Arizona's restless zephyr blows.
A scattered skirt of piĂąon at its base,
Provides a fragrant, green, and quiet sea,
Yet cannot touch the boulderâs weathered face,
Nor keep it from its cold antiquity.
But rising tall against the western sky,
Two ponderosas stand in rustling grace,
Twin giants watching from a perch nearby,
Companions in this solitary place.
Though granite feels no warmth from root or pine,
Together they complete a grand design.
