The slow steady stream
Glistens in the light
While the rocks give off a dull sight,
As the water flows on
Whether large or small,
Whether big or tall,
Nothing is left unscathed
Some rocks may move
Some rocks may be thrown
Leaving their friends all alone,
Over the years the stream will change
Yet no matter the weather
Only some rocks will stay the same,
Sitting in place while their friends washed away
And until the end of time
That is where they will stay.
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