Stones
Stones live where dust
settles
They sit with patience
upon the soil
Stones are family with
dirt and mud,
weeds and flowers and
fields,
Stones have long memories
of ages when glaciers
roamed
And silt settled in places
of water
that don’t exist now.
Stones dream of the days
when
they can move with the
tides
down to new homes, new
things to see,
new dirt to sit among,
perhaps some water to
cover them like a blanket.
They move slowly, with
purpose, never straying
from what they are.
Stones are there to
remind us
nature never turned it’s
back on us.
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