Iwakura Rock

In ancient times, a tale was told, Of rocks that held a secret bold. Iwakura, they were called with pride, With Kami's spirit deep inside. These rocks were more than meets the eye, A place where gods would often lie. They held the power of divine, A sacred place, a holy shrine. The people worshipped with great awe, The Iwakura, they did adore. They knew the rocks were not just stone, But vessels where the gods had flown. With reverence, they'd gather 'round, To pray and sing, their voices sound. The Iwakura, strong and grand, A symbol of their sacred land. So let us learn from this story old, To cherish all the rocks we hold. For in each stone, a secret lies, A world of wonder in disguise. Random page: KRCX