Why the Canyon Is Still Tonight

Every time the western wind blew the great rock to the cliff's edge,
the eastern wind countered with its powerful whistle.
For days, weeks, months, it went on.
The boulder seemed to have not been moved at all
but not until that tragic day when one ultimately decided
to violate the third law of motion.

"Resistance, no more!" grumbled the East.
So, the eastern wind stopped despite the West's endless tirades.
The fading crimson sun watched the rock fall to the welcoming tangerine soil,
where it crumbled leaving no trace of its former magnitude.

The ground shook tenderly which caused all beasts to howl for hours.
It filled the canyon with grief until they all got tired and surrendered to sleep.

"It is eerily quiet tonight," the moon wondered.
"What happened?" it asked.

The moon was right.
Indeed it was a quiet night
but no one dared tell the story why the canyon has been still tonight.