Mistake not my immobility
For emotion lacking
I too yearn that reckless abandon
That sends you nymphets yonder
You chip away at this unmoving stone
Inch by inch, year after year
Softening my edges
For your friends returning
Your faith in my ability to mold
I hold greatly dear
Make haste, disperse anon
To your friends, I beg
And tell them this willing rock
Doth change, if only a little

- The Cliff, as told to The Waves