//------------------------------// // My Little Rocks // Story: Poems of Pebbles // by MaudPie21 //------------------------------// 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