Roots sucked in A monolith firmly Chops up the age-old stone Strongly squeezing This frail samll world In it holds. Semismothered, but still it wheezes Greedily, It not reconcling oneself With wicked fate A long ago it lost The fervor former. The proud figure And it leniencies grin. Similar to the blood Water oozes from a stone Once rebellious durability cracks, Pressure gets stronger, The dust and the streams of somebody's Vain hopes and recoveries of sight Alas, belated.