Kevan Smith - ROK

We sit ….still ….quiet ….and wait.  We are Rok. 

We are ranges; boulders, pebbles; sand; dust.  Spewn from the molten core we are minerals and organics crushed and pressured by time immemorial.   We are re-heated and re-crushed deep within our Mother Earth.  We are weathered and worn by wind and water; we change but we survive.

And we watch. 

You tiny creatures scurry around us; on us; through us.  Always busy, always so important and needy; always living and dying; rushing and trying.  Always futile.  For we sit and watch and wait…wait till the end of time.

                                             We  Are  Rok