I’ve been absent for so long that I thought I’d give this one a little go.
The Cairn had always been there, it told of ancient times and modern times. It did change, old stones fell away or disappeared, new ones were added. It held the spirits of the ancestors and the spirits of loved ones, it was a symbol most respected. People came and people went but the memories lived on. The stones lived on, watching waiting and would still be there when man left, when man moved on.
(Just something simple for you, taken on a trip to Iceland)