Hillside

It's been many years since I was made
Where the wind blows then fades away
I am a hillside with a westward face
Someday a mountain will take my place
With soil of skin and rock of bone
I was made to be alone
No other sun where I have lived
Like the sunshine on this ridge
Autumn sun shines half as long
From dusk 'til dawn but you're still gone

A 1000 years don't mean a thing
To the stone cold hill that you call me
With iron walls I guard these plains
Succeeding trials by wind and rain
Eroding me with tools by trade
But I will never bend that way