The stone that never fell - Eliot Rivers’ poetic meditation on life’s cyclical burden

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🎵 Experience the haunting beauty of "The stone that never fell" – Eliot Rivers’ poetic meditation on life’s cyclical burdens, set against Appalachian-inspired folk melodies. From the album Timeless Tales.

ARTIST: Eliot Rivers
LABEL: Timeless Tales Music
GENRE: Contemporary Folk / Americana

THEMES:
✔️ Eternal struggle & resilience
✔️ Nature as witness (pines, resin tears, maple seeds)
✔️ Metaphors of Sisyphean burdens
✔️ Ghosts of memory and hope

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THE STONE THAT NEVER FELL

Resin tears in the pines, we climb again,
Your smile’s a compass in the red clay terrain.
“When will we stop rolling this stone?”
Your laugh’s a ghost through the marrow and bone.

Footprints spiral where the earth bled,
Monday’s weight, Friday’s wings—you said:
“The stone’s just a season, the forest our creed,
A century’s joke in a maple seed.”

Roll, roll, the stone that never fell,
Down the hill where the shadows dwell.
The bottom’s a myth we carved in the bark,
A firefly’s dream in the infinite dark.

Your eyes are wells where the river hides,
A silverfish moon in the tide’s divide.
The dawn hums a hymn as the boulder descends,
But Monday’s a wheel that never ends.

Roll, roll, the stone that never fell,
Through the pines where the sirens dwell.
We map the laughter, we chart the rain,
But the stone’s our shadow, forever the same.

Roll… roll… (stone never fell)
Roll… roll… (we broke the spell?)
Roll… roll… (the forest knows)
The stone’s the root where no flower grows.