"The call of love sounds very hollow among these immobile rocks."
Stack one upon another and you honor the place.
"If it weren't for the rocks in its bed, the stream would have no song."
"Naughty" games between foliage and fissure.
"I do not yet know why plants come out of the land or float in streams, or creep on rocks or roll from the sea. I am entranced by the mystery of them, and absorbed by their variety and kinds. Everywhere they are visible yet everywhere occult."
Liberty Hyde Bailey
As the old folks say:
"Here the rocks get (have) faces."
"Since childhood she had walked the Devon rivers with her father looking for flowers
and the nests of birds, passing some rocks and trees as old friends, seeing a Spirit everywhere, gentle in thought to all her eyes beheld."
What of YOUR home?
What do the stones sing about in the dark of your night?
Have you heard their chant?
Why not post pictures of the precious gems of your area?
Just throw us a link in "comments!"