Another random piece of writing, tell me what you think....

The old rock sat firmly in its bed of mud, stable as it had been forever and always would be. The waves crashed over the rock's surface, washing into every nook and cranny. Moss crept slowly, so slowly, up the side of the colossal, majestic stone. It stayed immovable, as it had been for centuries.

A huge monster approached. It was formed of mutilated trees and pounded stone of the earth, heated and cooled and domesticated. Its shape emerged from the mist, moving too quickly to be a natural object made by the Mother. Wood splintered and the two-legged destructors screamed as the rock defended the only part of the natural world it could.

The bones of the ship sank to join all those before it. The rock's heart was cold and hard, but its soul warmed. The stretch of water and land beyond it, populated only by creatures that knew and understood their purpose, remained safe.