So cool and dark,
Where time, unending, leaves its mark
As natural forces build and hone
A crystal world from weeping stone.
I am the cave,
And at my core
A sea once was that is no more-
A sea alive and sunlight-warmed
Where limestone, born of death, was formed
As sediment of shell and bone,
Compressed, became a floor of stone.
But shifting continents brought change;
This floor, upthrust, became a range
Of mountains that displace the sea
And held the limestone heart of me.
My ceilings cry their endless tears
That fall throughout the endless years,
Each droplet leaving just a trace
Of sparkling crystal in its place.
--Excerpts from Cave by Diane Siebert