The rock

We see rocks everywhere.
The small, cold, ridged stones.
The mossy, jagged, dull, useless stones.
These futile rubbles
 Eat away our space and time.
They are heartless.

We ignore rocks because they are nothing
We walk past them every day and ignore them like our privileges.
We trip over them and they show no affection.
Their volcanos explode destroying our lives.
The land shakes making an earthquake destroying our lives.

But…...

We should value rocks of all shapes and sizes.
We are protected by rocks.
Housed by rocks.
Held up by rocks.
They are just as precious as butterfly wings.

We should see rocks everywhere
The beautifully layered stones.
The ridged shape but smooth texture they hide within.
All rocks have a special story they carry with them that define them.