A Wall

There,where the view is stunning
and grass green,
stands something tiny
unremarkable, dilapidated
without any beauty in it.

Every stone for him self is weak,
together they have meaning.
Together they are making something solid:
A strong remainder of it's maker.

It may seem weak, insignificant,
but trust that these gray stones
have purpose.
To mark territory ,to protect privacy,
to stand as a witness of a time passing.