In winter's cold,i have shivered,
In summer's heat,i have torshed,
In rainy day, i have saoked.
I remained still unmoved,unshaken.
Immersed but never dissolved.
Be the flowing wind, be the splashing waves,
Be the looming dark, be the rising light.
you think you can move,shake this rock.
your effort will amount to embarassement.
I am a grounded solid rock,
I will survive the passing wind, will you?