Each stalactite and stalagmite
is growing slowly dropp by drop.
Invisibly to human sight.
A process which will never stop.
When they meet eventually
They will form a column of stone
at which we gaze wonderingly.
Throughout long ages it has grown.
The wonders nature can produce
are greater than the works of man
Which in their pride mankind must choose
to understand as best they can.
The secrets Mother Nature knows
producing stone that slowly grows.
11-Mar-08
ivor or ivor.e hogg
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/patience-37/
