There was a woman
who stood at the edge of the earth
People passed her, others watched her,
but nobody dared to stand next to her
For she was the only one who
truly made a stand
The sun rose and the sun set,
and she was still there,
standing
She shone even in the moonlight,
her eyes rippling a royal blue
People took pictures, trying
to capture her in her entire beauty
But a thousand words
could never be enough to show
what she is worth
Time would pass by, and
she would be right where she was the day before
and the day before that,
just standing

But sooner or later she would
finally make a mighty sound
And that roar would be more thunderous
than any storm to roam the land
She would grumble with hatred, holding
her breath as she lifted her fists up to the
peaceful sky and smashed them
furiously into the sandy ground
And she would then return to a
peaceful, calm exterior
But nobody noticed her rage,
hardly even this woman herself

Life went on for this woman
No matter what went on around her,
she remained standing
People would notice the
beauty, the magnificence
of her appearance
But no pair of prescription glasses
could ever see the vile
image that began to lie beneath
this woman over the years