Life and its mysteries

For life and it's mysteries are hard to fathom just like a rock that has nothing to do but to stand still and endure the endless turmoil of the wind, rain and the infernous heat of the sun that makes the ground alive.  O breath of life thy mysteries are mountains to comprehend, thou art like a rock that would stand still and accept father Time's infinite words of suffering, whether it be His mighty and loud call of the winds, The never ending pestilence of the rain and the scorching heat of the sun that makes the ground weap dry and hot tears. For it is thee o soul of Adam, thy mysterious works are enshrouded in a thick haze, making it gehenna for the understanding of One. Thou art compared into a piece of rock that does not have the power to move an inch, and has to withstand the never ending battle of time, from the loud and maddening howling calls of the winds that bloweth from the Tempter's mouth, or the tears shed by a thousand angels from heaven upon seeing thy suffering, and the flames of Hell that forsakes the earth making the ground yearn for heaven's gates of flood to quench its thirst.