The pancake rocks,
created by nature,
to be eaten by nature,
kept for nature,
forever.
Layers of history, piled on top of each other,
rippled levels of rock.
Hidden by the constant showers from the blowhole,
A swirling pool of currents.
Slowly, sea ate away at the salted meal,
chip by chip,
year by year,
and when we're all gone,
foot prints washed away and the path crumbled to sand,
yet the limitless ocean will continue to eat,
forever and ever,
chip by chip,
year by year.
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