A rock cannot laugh, sing, or fly
A rock cannot raise the sun in the sky
A rock cannot cast magic, or sew a dress
A rock will not compete to see who's the best
A rock will sit there, waiting for you
Doing only the things that you like to do
Square, circular, and perhaps something else
You refuse to be easily defined
You can be polished or chipped
And you will still be you
No matter what your appearance may be
The soul of a rock remains
Tides engulf you
Dogs lick you
Birds fly above you
Bugs crawl on you
The winds brushes against you
You bask in the moonlight
The sun's rays burn you
The snow freezes you over
Tell me, rock
How are you different from myself?
This rock
A pretty rock
Perhaps a stone
It speaks to me
It asks if I'm happy
And I respond
"Sure"
The rock is satisfied
A rock can be soft
They can be tossed like beach balls
If you have good aim
A bed of smooth stones
Can be as comforting as a bed of feathers and fluff
So the next time you need
A shoulder to cry on
Consider a rock
Everywhere you go
Rocks are there
They watch you silently
They sit and stare
The rocks see you live your daily life
They see your triumph, and they see your strife
The rocks see you when you're happy or glad
They see you when you're lonely or sad
So the next time you think
Nopony knows what you're going through
Just remember
The rocks are always there for you
Rounded rock
Tumbling down a hill
The wind howls
A dusty rock
Consumed
A toothless alligator is content
The muffin
Its texture
Similar to a rock
The fragments in my mouth
Similar to a rock
A satisfying crunch
A powdery taste
That was no muffin
That was a rock
Rock studying, rock collecting
Rock playing, rock eating
The possibilities of a rock
Reach only as far
As your imagination
The cold wind bites
Coddled in my pocket
I feel your warmth
If versatility, reliability, and strength
Are the traits you desire
Look no further
The rocks are waiting
The forest of darkness and fright
One boulder stands against all odds
A shining beacon of light
Boulder, meet Tom
Your new best friend
Sandstone
You are soft
Like sand
You are also rough
Like a stone
Sandstone
I kick you
Through the dirt
But I know
It doesn't hurt
Because
You are a rock
Imbued
With blue hues
And green ones too
The silken waves
Coat your surface
Swim up from the deep
And feel morning's embrace
Down, down
Under the ground
The night is empty
Not a sound
You rest there, waiting
To be found
A rock
I arrange the rocks
One by one
Rows of two above
And two across
The sun glints in their presence
Diamonds in the desert
Stars among the sky
Your light is boundless
Playing camouflage
Galloping, trotting
You hide among the rocks
My struggle has just begun
I spot you now, hours having passed
You sleep among the rocks
I could not find you
Before you fell asleep
But when you wake
I will be here with you
A distant mist
Rising
The stone perseveres
One day, Marble, one of my sisters
Bumped into a rock
And received a small blister
I told her then
The rock wasn't to blame
But she would not hear it
She glared at the rock, with intent to maim
Marble kicked the rock
I was quite shocked
I thought the rock was sure to be doomed
But instead, Marble received yet another wound
I chipped off the sharp edge of the stone
And Marble no longer voiced painful groans
"Thank you, Maud!"
Marble said to me
"Sure" I replied
And she was happy