Stones

Rippling on water

Stacked tall

Stones so small

Soft texture

Worn by time

Stoney water

These stones of mine

Some are red

Some are grey

Some are made of clay

These stones

A part of the world

A part of life

Lasting forever

Changing each day

Eroding through weather

Different shades of gray

I’m like a rock

Sitting at the shore

Water running over me

Changing me evermore

Smoother and smoother each day

All my imperfections

Fade away

These stones of mine

In my pocket

Carrying them through time

Just like a stone

I am ever changing

Each day

Peeling back the layers of my skin

Refreshing and new

Smoother

Nicer to look at too

These stones of mine

The stories they could tell

Should I take them to the market

To buy and sell

Like the stones of a mountain

Or the stones on the ocean floor

Our essence will last

Forevermore