Aware of her jagged rocky fingers
she stretched ever so slowly
and almost wistfully across the prairie

She was the wind that interrupted the sunset
with clouds and rain
of varying monotones and roaring thunder

She was the rock that interrupted the wave
and turned it into chaos

She was the dawn that woke the birds
and inspired cacophonous chirping

She destroyed as she created
rainbows, birdsongs, and new shapes in the rocks 

She was old and new at once
and the passport to innovation
and the reckoner
of tepid stagnation