Rocks (Volume 1)

by Lamia

Ponies

Rocks are ground. They rumble and tumble and bumble and fumble while humble.
Rocks are delight. They fly and swim and fall and run while happy.
Rocks are sadness. They wait and mope and watch and cry while silent.
Rocks are ponies.
They are humble, they are happy, they are silent.
They are fumbling, they are running, they are crying.
They are bumbling, they are falling, they are watching.
They are tumbling, they are swimming, they are moping.
They are rumbling, they are flying, they are waiting.
Ground and delight and sadness are ponies.
We are rocks.

Comments

[Immortan Joe]

Daaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaamn.... that was actually pretty good.

[AaronWaffles]

Actually not bad.

[asdfghjkl8063]

Soo deep. It speaks to my soul.