He is a wall.

Built to endure the strongest of blows,

And constructed to protect -or block off- what lays on the other side.

Moss has begun to grow in between the cracks, -if there are any-

And small plants have grown along the base of the brick structure.

It has been there for ever.

And the forever will continue.

Everything has grown comfortable with the wall,

Passing by it, some writing their

Ever secretive words on a slip of paper

And posting them below or on top of the brick and stone.

Some ponder what lays behind,

But no one will ever try to silence their wonders,

Because he is a wall.

Built to endure the strongest of blows,

And constructed to protect -or block off- what lays on the other side.