The balance of nature

Laden by nature, they excavate themselves from the sea
No easy task weighed by a mirthless labor
Blind to all circumstance
Internal bearing all consuming
Painting the sands with a timeless key

Sanctimonious indolence or designful manifestation ,no one can say
Their instincts continue battling
A wonderous cycle of circles
Stolid and otherworldly
Patterned celebrations as ancient as the day

Make way, herald the legions of doyennes
Possessors of the mysteries
Tellers of aphasic tales
Keepers of immortal souls
For their path is true, timeless and royal