Thanks Sue. I’ve taken a slightly different approach, as you can see from my title.
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The way a head speaks
Hello and welcome!
You’ve found my secret and I bet you’d like to get inside my head now wouldn’t you.
For years I have watched over this valley, seen many wonderful (and not so wonderful) things, and from time to time, someone such as yourself climbs the rocks and finds the entrance.
Make yourself comfy on the rock benches within where it’s quite warm and dry. You can then see through my eyes, eyes not visible from below.
It’s beautiful, is it not? The lush green of the hillside, the heathers and the wildlife here.
Come nightfall, you can hear the owls and elusive nightingale, but perhaps it would be a little too cold for you then so you’ll have to take my word for it.
I have no body you know. Just this head-like formation, worn and shaped by time and the elements. What you see from below is my good side, a face of stratum rock but what you see from within is a different world.
From my shelter, some bore witness to the savagery of mankind, the waste of life and greed of the human race. Yes, the inside of my head provided a hiding place for many, my stone surface smoothed by endless bare feet and grazed hands, a safe haven until the danger had passed.
I have nurtured Nature in all its forms and glory. I am a part of it, always one step ahead as Sentinel, watching and listening. I hear voices in my head, in the silence you may hear them too, but the experts blame it on the wind.
Take heed, there is a new storm coming. It is up to you to pass the word, but who would believe your source? I am just cold stone.