Born of clay, and pressed by years,Slate that splits in even tiers.Grey and blue and black it gleams,Slate that holds the roofer’s dreams.Rooftops rest where slate holds fast,Slate that guards from storm and blast.Pathways cross on floors of stone,Slate roots in earth are grown.Layered flat in every sheet,Slate beneath the walker’s feet.Sturdy grace in every […]

Born of grains, and pressed by years,Sandstone shaped by desert tears.Gold and rust and tan it gleams,Sandstone holding ancient dreams.Deserts rest where sandstone lies,Sandstone carved beneath the skies.Temples stand on floors of stone,Sandstone roots in earth are grown.Layered warm in every band,Sandstone born of time and sand.Weathered grace in every vein,Sandstone breathes through sun and

Born of fire, cooled by years,Granite speckled, earth’s own tears.Grey and gold and rose it gleams,Granite holding sunlight’s dreams.Kitchens hum where counters shine,Granite steady, granite fine.Gardens rest on steps of stone,Granite roots in earth are grown.Speckled black and silver-blue,Granite old yet ever new.Humble strength in every vein,Granite weathers sun and rain.Small and sturdy, quiet, true,Granite