I wrote our names with rocks
And placed them perfectly
On top of the red clay.
I can’t write our names in sand.
The waves destroy my creations:
Castles, moats, and especially names.
I can’t write our name in the sky.
That lasts less time than the sand.
A mere wind will destroy my creation.
But here, we may be safe.
On this vast canvas that I have claimed
Our names scar the earth.
Each stone was perfectly selected,
Spelling out our promise to each other
For the world to not destroy… just yet.