Being A Rock

A rock is sturdy and strong

At times it crumbles with force

People can lean against a rock to get rest

Plants and sometimes flowers, try to grow on it

“Where is my rock to lean on?” thinks the rock

“I want to be as pretty as that little flower” says the rock

A rock thinks itself dull and ugly

After all, it is just a blob

It only takes a sculptor to see

The hidden beauty that a rock holds

The rock is part of Nature’s gift

Small ones can be used to build houses

Large ones where we marvel at their magnificence

It is only then that the rock sees itself

As part of this beautiful world

And then the rock smiles and says…

It is not so bad being a rock!