From the crashing waves of mother's birth
came a pale shiny rock
resting on the sandy pillow of earth.
A miracle conceived, a marvel to see
for the beauty of the rock
yields no bounds amongst the grains of the sea
Upon the top of sand sat the rock to its throne
its luster so bright
with its conceit inadvertently shown
It started as flattery, and developed into pride
so many have fueled
its imparical burning ego inside.
But time is a novice to promise and weaver of change
the rock was no exception
and the truth unraveled its pity of estrange.
The elements seethed with a claw of malicious intent
and to the rock's demise
a toll was taken and it started to dent.
Later it would wither and its size grew small
the rock aged into a somber pebble
never to be seen at all.
The wind gave a sigh and the pebble flung high
its granule friends joined in
riding the salty pervaded blue sky.
As it settled the gritty soil, its ego replaced by plight
the pebble blended with the sand
and realized it was always uniquely alike.